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Feb 2012
I can't feel you,
my mind is in a blur.
There's nothing to do,
as I see you with her.

You're standing next to me,
but the ice is so cold.
What do I have to be,
to fit into your mold?

A tear snatched away,
the avalanche has arrived.
The end of the same old day,
and I have still survived.
Samantha Malmquist
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Samantha Malmquist
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