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May 2010
Were you scared? I don’t understand.
All I want is for you to hold my hand.
And help me through what you’ve done to me.
I thought you were truly the epitome
Of love, but now you’re gone.
You were my only one, and now I have none.
Goodbye.
Written by
Ariana Steele
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