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Dec 2021
Don't worry sweetheart
You'll never be a statistic where you live inside my head
They're telling you that you were loved
But no one mentioned a thing when you were here to hear it.
Rest easy baby boy
I'll bet you're at peace now
Or at least
You can see what they weren't saying
Sleep peacefully my dearest
The next life has its arms open for you
You weren't a baby any longer.
One Of The Tired Souls
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One Of The Tired Souls  25/F/Colorado
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