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Oct 2013
I thrusted my hand out, trying to reach you. But when my fingertips touched your's, they were cold as ice. And I could tell you weren't there anymore. As I realized you were gone, released of this world and it's awful pain, soon to be forgotten by most but never by me, the mirror hit the floor and i knew, you were now gone for good.
Katerina
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Katerina  Arizona
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