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Mar 2018
How is that, when you're gone, I still have you constantly in my mind?
You're dearest thing I held to my heart.
I miss you chuckling softly, whispering that it's okay, as I cried in your arms and apologized for doing so.
Sometimes I forget your voice,
but when I cry, it's the first thing in my mind.
Elle H
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