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Jan 2013
here i sit, ghostly in the mist. what was once passing time is now but a chiming in the wind. i died at twenty two. broken by the truth she told. and though i won't be buried for many years to come, my heart stopped on that faithful day.

when all came crashing down.
Whyleigh evermore
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Whyleigh evermore  13/Space
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   --- and FredErick le Roux
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