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Aug 2020
Now she is gone.
Someone I truly loved.
Her name means everlasting beauty.

She is dear to my heart.
The one I could tell anything and everything

She is my sister.
My only sister.

And now she has left.
Moved on to new things.
To a new life.
One without me.

I am going to miss her.
No,
I already miss her.
Not dead, not married, just gone...
Julia Shalom
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Julia Shalom  15/F/distance
(15/F/distance)   
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