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Aug 2015
I'm not the type to miss people when I leave,
Or think about them when I'm gone.

But I met you.

And suddenly,
I'm starting to think that I might just miss you when I leave.

And it sticks like a thorn in my side,
To know that I too, can feel such sorrow.

Written by
Alicia  20/F/UK
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