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Jun 26
Beautiful girl—
the day you died the world
quite literally went to Hell;
Was it one lifetime or one week
of 100 degrees,
stifling heat…..

When you aren’t breathing,
nobody breathes.

As pure as the driven snow,
innocent as an angel.

You made this place heavenly.
To my beautiful friend and the best sister I’ve ever had
Ariana
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     Pradip Chattopadhyay
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