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Dec 2013
Another year's gone by
& here I sit dreading the hour to arrive.

Two a.m. will come too quick,
Laying in bed, starting to feel sick.

Replaying the harsh, vivid memory,
Like clockwork, hovering.

Tomorrow when I awake it will be,
The fifth year of innocence you've stolen from me.

Looking back, I realize it hasn't gotten better,
It hasn't gotten easier, I've just turned bitter.

I'm completely different than I wish I could be,
Looking back to December 27, 2008 wishing
I was able to change everything.
Abagail Marie
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Abagail Marie  26/New York
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