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Dec 2021
It’s like trying to find that last sliver of glass.
That last bit of what was left has disappeared.
Those last months are gone like the wind.
Never will I remember what we had done.
After this, I go to say yes.
I walk down the aisle.
And I take a hand that isn’t yours.
Written by
Delyla Nunez  26/F/Nowhere
(26/F/Nowhere)   
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