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Mar 2016
See, first we were as one,
But soon we drifted apart.
You decided to run,
Ice encased my heart...

When our time reached two,
I faked it all and you knew.

You were so close yet I didn't visit,
Time spent is useless if I don't miss it.

And just before it hit three,
You and death prematurely met.
There's something twisted in me,
Because I hold no regret.
My horrible feelings about my sister who died in an accident.
Less than three is a pun (<3)
Kiamm
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Kiamm  25/M/South Africa
(25/M/South Africa)   
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         Lior Gavra, Glass, Riptide and Prophecy
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