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Nov 2013
Eight months and sixteen days
Since you've been gone
Nine months and ten days
Since we've last spoken to each other

It hurts to know
That your heart
Suddenly stopped

Do you remember
The time you made me laugh?
Those times you protected me?
The smiles that you gave me?
Well, it's all gone now

I *cried

At the very moment I knew
I wept
For four days, because of you

You have been my dearest friend

I want three more days
To be with you
I want two more days
To laugh with you
I want one more day
To see you smile.
For Mike, the funniest person ever. The most protective guy ever. Probably the guy who treated me as his best little sister ever. Mike, who died at age 25. You will be remembered.
Psylocke
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Psylocke
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