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Apr 2015
eight years, and
your dead figure still lingers in our dreams.
you left so soon.
this day is unbearable.
every year i force myself to believe i'm fine
but realise i haven't been
and i wonder if
i ever will be.
letters to dad
nicolle
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nicolle  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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