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Jul 2014
It's almost dark,
I think I might burst.
I don't like to sleep,
waking up is the worst.
Ill fall asleep,
thinking of you.
Dreaming of things,
that we would do.
But as I wake,
I shed a tear.
because I awake,
without  you  here.

Always,
      Tameica Hammick. date unkown
Written by
Tameica Lee Hammick
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