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Jan 14
With all the friends I lose,
I think of you and
How I couldn't save you

Sometimes I think
what if it was you here
instead of me

And then I'm stuck here
wishing it was you here,
not me
We were only twelve years old vee. We were two too young suicidal kids trying to keep one another alive. I ******* miss you with all my heart, mi flore.
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