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Oct 2019
We hunted for the perfect sticks.
And threw them in the water.
Mine was ****** into
The avalanche
Not to be seen
by us again.

You sit,
Downstream,
On a boulder looking over the falls
What a well of pain
And suffering.

In a parallel world
maybe
you jumped in.
Or maybe I pushed you.
Written by
Billie  30/F
(30/F)   
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