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Nov 2018
Grip my cry and squeeze tight
Let not the fear escape, nor the fright
And I know I will be blind for a bit,
But see forevermore.
And in this sadness is something close.
I think she’s gone, she’s gone isn’t she.
I wish she would have stayed,
I miss her, god I miss her, god she was it,
In my many fears she never quits.
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Andrew  20/M
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