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Mar 2019
You never complained when you were suffering.
You kept it to yourself.
And all the while I thought you were ok.
I guess I was to blame.

They saw the need to remove you from my life.
I did not see it coming.
And all the while I thought you were ok.
I guess I was to blame.

Now, I feel your loss
I feel hurt and scared.
I feel I could still move on without you...
But it is all just my pretensions.
Written by
Ian ortega
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