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Dec 2018
I cry when I think of him,
I cry when I don’t.

So much feels missing without him,
so much falls into place with him.

I cry when I think about him,
because so much is so right.
With his image in my head,
so much is put into sight.

So much hurts so badly,
when I picture myself without.
So, whenever I need some peace,
I cry thinking of him.
Ayse Buntion
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Ayse Buntion  17/F
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