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Sep 2020
How do I put it lightly?
How could I, anything?

I see now why some words are printed after death.
Can I bring myself to wait?

In the shame of omission, a truth becomes futile -
Too late are the words which will never bring change,
which will never tell you how you changed me.
Written by
meadowbrook  27/F/Sydney
(27/F/Sydney)   
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