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Jul 2020
I ask is it all real?
     The
      “what’s for meal?”
and
      “how do you feel?”
should’ve been the questions not
if your death is real?
or
if your existence was real?
Baby, I was looking forward moving in with you. Death denied a future for us and I’m so very alone.
Written by
Berry Blue  24/F
(24/F)   
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