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Aug 2014
I died that night
where we sat on either
side of our empty bed
tears in my eyes
and hands shaking.

I died that night
when you said
you don't love me
the way you used to;
I couldn't say a word.

I died that night
when you packed the
only suitcase we owned
and went to the door
and my screams wouldn't

bring you back to me.
Ashleigh Black
Written by
Ashleigh Black  27/F/Owosso, Michigan
(27/F/Owosso, Michigan)   
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   Joseph Schneider and Juneau
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