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May 2017
You never knew how much I loved you
I never asked much; just that you don't harm the one person I loved more than myself.
you.
Why didn't you think of me when you put the blade to yourself?
Why did you think I would survive that?
I now roam this abyss an empty shell
Treasuring the memories you gave me
V
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V  18/hyderabad
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   ryn, C and Lori Jones McCaffery
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