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Jan 2020
Dear diary;
All of the good days are nothing
compared to the emptiness I feel
since she took her away-
or more like a piece of me away.
And now I think I am getting sick
from all of the poison she fed me
over the past year-
that's all she left.
Mitch Prax
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Mitch Prax  32/M/Australia
(32/M/Australia)   
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   Weeping willow
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