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Nov 2012
the terrors of losing are not the loss.
it is not from our hearts
but our lungs that break
when the you that was here
becomes the you that I fear.
it goes from presence
to               .
(and the hardest thing
is knowing you still exist
when you are all that i miss)
Written by
Bryan Gewickey  california
(california)   
463
   Meenakshi Iyer and Devon
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