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Sep 2022
Remember you said
you would rather be dead
than to live a life
without cause
God, how honourable then
I clung to your every word
like a long lost chalice
All I ever wanted to be was
the perfect daughter
perfect friend
perfect person
but you left
without telling me
how.
Written by
Frances Raeburn  F/London
(F/London)   
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