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Feb 2016
I used to think I would meet you again
Somewhere below the ever-rising stars
Clothed in your embrace, what I call a win
The moment my father takes out my scars

All that I long for is one last goodbye
So that Intsead I could beg you "please stay"
I thought you would hold me, say It's alright
And I wait every moment for that day

Oh, please come again; I know that you will
That's what I said when I thought of your death
Just the mere thought of you sends me to chills
I'll slowly await the feel of your breath

Yet now that I've grown, I know it's a lie
All you are is gone, why'd you have to die?
Wrote this a while ago for my English class - a Shakespearean Sonnet
Annie McLaughlin
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Annie McLaughlin  18/F/Arkansas
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