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Feb 2013
I didn't cry about you today
               it doesn't mean I love you less
               it doesn't mean I'm trying to forget you
I just don't know what it means to be without you.
I try to cope by pretending you are still alive.

Someone stole you from me.
From us.
How could they take you?

I don't know how to be now that you aren't.
Written by
Elizabeth Holt
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