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Jun 2013
I don't really know how to feel.
There is nothing I can do, you are gone. This is real.

This overwhelming feeling of knowing I cannot hide.
My thoughts are dark, I feel lonely inside.

I miss your homemade cakes and warm inviting smile.
The inevitability of death, is it really worthwhile?
Leanne Kirby
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Leanne Kirby  London
(London)   
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