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May 2018
I trudge through the cold snow
Feeling it freeze scars, that cannot be seen with the eye
I think about the person who I used to own
But now is as far as the sky, above so high

I think of the bright silhouette
Her face painted in my darkest nights
I think about the way she would fret
When we made plans for two, I never understood her fright

She was perfect.
The smile she gave me when I told her she looked perfect.
I should have told her more.
But now her corpse lies in the earth, where she breathes no more.

She used to be the only one for me.
But now all I feel is misery.
Written by
Spencer Smith  13/M/my own mind
(13/M/my own mind)   
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