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Jul 2017
I try to see your face,
but there's not a trace.
I remember your sweet smile,
but the rest is futile.
I remember those days,
but it's just a haze.
I know it wasn't meant to be,
but you meant a lot to me.
I'm still holding on,
until the next dawn.
Then, I'll move on.
Liz Carlson
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Liz Carlson  19/F
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