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Sep 2017
Empty is what it feels like
for you are the last one
the last of my blood to walk this Earth
to wish me well despite my flaws & mistakes

There's a place for you
eternally in my heart
In my mind I bask in tales of the past
words spoken from your lips
for you bring truth & a history I don't know

I forget to breathe whilst in grief
But you wouldn't want me this way I know
I hold on tight to our history, your memory & our love ~

Always be grateful for time well spent.
Damian William Carroll
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Damian William Carroll  28/M/Berlin
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