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Mar 2020
How long until I stop writing about you? Seeing you in my dreams?
Another year? Another month? Another day?
Or perhaps this is the last time...
That's a lie.
Even in death, you would be on my mind,
Lurking.
My biggest regret, and my biggest achievement.



-FreeMind
March 13, 2020
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