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Jan 2020
I keep replaying the same moment in my mind
Your hand stroking my hair
I never felt so much comfort and happiness
And I’m losing you
And I keep, replaying the same moment.
And collapsing, and breaking down,
Nauseous. Because I won’t feel it again.
Emilia B
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Emilia B  21/F/Durham
(21/F/Durham)   
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     Josephine Wilea and Valmir Zimberi
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