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Jan 2020
Being alone I must accept,
You are gone,
So here I am left,
10 years,
I still ask why,
Still,
I ponder suicide,
But if Catholic doctrine is true,
that will not bring me closer to you,
I had my angel,
for what it was worth,
you gave me heaven here on earth,
I would love to see you
to touch and to smell,
But plans like that,
Take you to hell,
It hurts,
Someday,
It may **** me yet,
You were as close as I will get
©B L Costello 2020
Everyday it hurts.  Sometimes more than others......today it is bad.
Written by
B L Costello  WNY
(WNY)   
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