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Mar 14
Too young to know too young to grow
I was just a child when you had to go
Yet I still remember the smell of the smoke
It’s burned into my memory, I would know

The love we received from you was nothing short of true
I’ve had a feeling that maybe you’re in the room
Watching me, protecting me, healing me
You’re not truly gone, always where we’ll be
cinnamongirl
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cinnamongirl  15/F
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     evangline, Dorian, ---, rick, Immortality and 1 other
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