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Jan 4
I hate to break it to you,
Believe me,
It's not my intention,

Don't be frightened of the journey,
Trust me, it's going to get better,
Yet it's never going to heal

Memories you'll get to hold forever,
that's a promise,
So is the excruciating pain with no promise of letting you go,
which will reside within you until the end date.
Written by
HOPE  28/F/South Africa
(28/F/South Africa)   
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