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Oct 2010
Like a vampire
This feeling ***** up
All of the life.

It creeps upon me
And rests inside me
Perpetuating strife.

It's not your fault.
You couldn't have known.
It just makes me sad.

All of those memories
My entire life
I miss you dad.
9-9-05

We miss you.
Written by
Eric Logan
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   Amanda Fletcher
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