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6d
If today were my last day,
taken away by my disease,
I want you to know
that love has never been
so pure,
easily because of you.
I would want you to
smile,
love,
live,
even if I couldn't any longer.

I'd want you to keep her safe
because I couldn't,
if today were my last day.
RMatheson
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