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Mar 2010
When Lightning strikes, and thunder shakes the ground.. I miss her.. when two people laugh in the store at something in the vegetable isle. I miss her.. when the sun is shining and the day is good.. It lacks her smile... and I miss her.. When I try to play in sadistic ways.. and cant.. I miss her.. When I hold a lil girl, who isn't really my whole world.. I miss her..

When I breathe... I miss her..
By Zach Barber
Written by
Zach R. Barber
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