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Jan 2016
The new year hit and it was like I could feel you passing by as 2015 changed into 2016
like a ghost passing into the afterlife except this particular spirit would only make it as far as purgatory, just as you would stop and rest in my sub-conscience for me to dig up later
when I think you're gone you never are and when I think you have finally passed through there is still time to be endured
Is there a lesson I must learn for you to be released or is this how these things work
I'm racking my brain for answers but I am only finding you
It is only the second day of the new year, maybe I am asking for too muchΒ Β 
or maybe the new year does not necessarily come with a clean sleight
you will forever be there, new year or not
Nicole Whitticar
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