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Feb 2018
No words to tell the world
how much I would pay
to see your smile again.

I'm sorry I wasn't the best
at showing my love
and how much you meant.

It wasn't our time, I guess,
but I still hear you voice
in my corrupted head.

Is it okay to think of you again?
Because I feel guilty when you
pop in my head.

I hope to see you again
And tell the world
that you were truly the best.
P Marrero
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P Marrero  18/F/Orlando, FL
(18/F/Orlando, FL)   
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