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May 2013
Say
I get mad that you're there
and I'm here
and that you're not here
and I'm not there.
I tell you I miss you and I miss the ocean
and how much I love you;
that is all true.
However...I do not tell you
how scared I am that your presence will leave me
and I will be left with nothing but memories
and the fact that I have loved far too much once again.
Madeleine V H
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Madeleine V H
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