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Nov 2015
The smell of the lake brings me back to you,
summer's at the cabin, the lake seems to have lost it's blue
And your pictures proved a point, of how happy we really were
Your pictures proved a point that your cancer couldn't cure

Because as the pictures continued, your hair started to go
As the pictures continued, I watched the faded blue lake grow
Our love became so much stronger, it had always meant so much.
Our love was something big, now I crave your touch
I miss crying in your arms, when something wasn't right
I miss falling asleep with you, holding me so tight

I'm scared of forgetting everything I know
I'm scared to say goodbye, scared to let you go.
But I felt a sign with you today,
Maybe this is you telling me- people aren't meant to stay
R.I.P Grandma, missing you
EmilyDidero
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