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May 2016
I have a secret
That I want to share.
I want to tell you but we no longer speak.
My health got worse
And now I'm dying.
I'm going to leave this earth in six months
But I hope you'll remember me.
I know you have all the reason to hate me
But just know,
for the final time,
I love you.
And I'm sorry.
- C
Seeker
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