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Mar 2018
If each raindrop took a thousand tears
I still would be a storm
If every sob had a whipspers’ voice
I still would be a roar
And if every minute was an age
It still won’t be enough
I know I’ll miss you
And I know I’ll cry
Yet here I am
April
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April  19/F/Virginia
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