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Feb 2014
It took me months to realize, that sometimes
I wish she hadn't died.
I held her head as life slipped from her eyes
as her heart fluttered its last bumping butterflies.

She really was my only family
Now I sit alone,
in this big wooden house
just as it is
hollow & empty.
it seems so silly. But I look at the tags on my desk and I can't bear to wear them because I almost lost them & nearly lost myself in the sadness before I found them again. I'm so stressed and everyone seems to need my help because they're breaking down.. But I'm cracking, I can't hold myself up anymore, I'm done trying and I just miss her so much.
Natasha
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Natasha  25/F/here, there & everywhere
(25/F/here, there & everywhere)   
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