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Oct 2018
The warmth of December turned cold,
No more events for us to wait
what is Christmas without her?
Joy turned into agony,
losing the spirit of Christmas once more.
Days felt like years have passed
Summer's colors turned plain,
looking back in that sky,
And you're name crosses our minds,
Oh how we wish, we would always wish....
Wish that you're already with Him.
Giannah Erin Ochoa
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Giannah Erin Ochoa  15/F
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