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Sep 2018
Orphan.
That's the word to describe myself now.
When you left,
I lost my family.
And since you've been gone.
I've learned that,
Without you I am utterly alone.
And that,
At any age,
Is the most devestating realization.
I'm mad you're not here.
I'm mad that you're gone.
But most of all,
I'm mad because I shouldn't feel so alone!
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CataclysticEvent  27/F/Between Here and There
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   Harriet Cleve and L B
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