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Dec 2012
Yesterday was deemed the day nothing would happen, nothing significant, nothing memorable.
Then I lost you.
Slowly slipping through our fingers, we lost us.
Staring into a stranger, I saw all the memories that were never made,
yet feeling all the hurt I silenced for so long.
Alexandria Rae Mason
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