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I woke up to hear the beautiful sound of you chopping an onion for dinner Except it wasn't you, but fleeting memories my mind was scrambling to conjure Cause you died too soon and the aching pain still seeps out of my body

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Feb 21, 2016

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Tags: #death #longing #grief #missing

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