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Jun 2014
This is all so hard.
I'm still hurting,
but you're happy.
Will you still be happy tomorrow?
What about a month from now?
A year?

When you finally miss me beside you,
don't call me,
don't bother asking for me,
don't visit my home.
You won't find me there anymore.
But in my new home.
*My grave.
Isabel
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Isabel  22/F
(22/F)   
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