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Dec 2020
How was I meant to know
Your last birthday would be the last
Day I would see you smile
Now you are miles
Away,and I miss you all the time

Time is cruel
I'm weak
I miss you
Do you miss me?

I still remember your tender embrace
Your words still linger in my brain
I see your face in my dreams
You never went away
I would want to believe
But

I would say goodbye
But they aren't good at all
Still I'll cry
For you
The mother of my mom
Daivik
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Daivik  18/M/UtopiaDystopia
(18/M/UtopiaDystopia)   
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