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Jul 2016
You have a name that they write songs about
Your life made sure of that.
Even more solidified in the way you died.

Did you know you would be next?
Have some sort of feeling?
Your eyes have nothing left to cry.

I'll pick up where you left off
The future not soon forgetting the past.
I'll make sure of that.
This is for you.
All of you.
And whoever else is still to come.
Emilee Ayers
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Emilee Ayers
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