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Apr 2015
I wish that we could come back to it

The time I knew

Our own



Id give up all the world to see my Aunty coming home.



It's already been two moths or more since last I spoke your name.

I can't recall the time between and to try to seems in vein.

But landmarks on the calendar still remind me just the same



I lost my Aunty a year ago

But someone else now uses her name
My once favorite and always beloved Aunty (whom I willΒ Β leave unnamed) had an accident about a year ago in which she hit her head on the ground but since the accident she hasn't been the same...

It's like she lost the love in her life and now all that's left is this shell.
Nobody left behind her staring eyes.

Just this blackness

And the memories of a trapped soul, stuck in a lifeless body...


Please,
Forgive me for not giving more, but this was all I could bear to take.
Andrew Kerklaan
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   Arlo Disarray
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