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Sep 2009
You passed to the other side,
left this nightmare behind.
I’m left her standing,
wondering what to do with these ashes.
Wondering what to do with these past thoughts,
what to do with this masked box.
You passed to the other side,
left your children behind.
I’m left here standing,
never really got to say good-bye.
Written by
nabdallah
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   Emily Tyler
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