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Jul 2019
She looked up at me with the sweetest delight

Eyes full of mischief, playful and bright

She loved to be told just what to do

Not cause of what, just cause of who

She was my Lil and I was her Big

To protect those I love, my grave I would dig

And my grave did I dig, no fault but my own

With sorrow in heart, I turn from my home

The scars on my heart still bleed from that day

I shoulda coulda woulda wished I could stay
Justin
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Justin  22/M/Ontario
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