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Dec 2019
I am numb because I heard
That you were gone
So young, so soon
You will not know
The way I wept
Because there is
No sadness in Heaven

I picked a rose
To take home with me
No sooner did I hold
It in my hands
Than it fell to pieces
Its fragrant little petals
Floating to the ground
For my baby brother ❤️
Hannah Johnson
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Hannah Johnson  23/F
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