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Dec 2019
is a goodbye letter from me. And each
decoration that hangs is a pang
from this broken heart, because this year
we’ll be apart. You’ll spend the day with

family and friends. I’ll spend the day
bringing this life to an end. You’ll be
opening presents. I’ll be pouring the contents
of a bottle down my throat and

swallow. I’m hollow without
your love. When you look above in the night
at the stars burning bright think of us
as it was. You threw it away –

because? I hope the new year brings
you joy. This past year everything I had
been destroyed. And I ran out reasons
to stay, without you anyway.
sandra wyllie
Written by
sandra wyllie  56/F
(56/F)   
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     Carlo C Gomez and Anderson M
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