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May 2012
To you across a sea,
I’d always hoped you’ll be fine.
But now you’re definitely not,
and you're just a person
to remember in that  Goyte song

So all I can think is now I can’t ever talk to you
not the fact that you don't exist anymore
or I can't see you anymore
And that…
bothers me most
more than the fact I can't cry.
Anna Lo
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   K Balachandran
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