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Oct 2017
As I look up to the moon, I remember your dying face.
You're the only thing I can not ever replace.
Why does it have to end like this.
Left without a kiss.
We where supposed to be like a movie.
Instead it ended up as a tragedy.
I wish you had survived.
Now I hurt so bad because it should have been me that died.
I wrote this in 2014, please enjoy
Written by
Janie Hobby
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   Megan Parson
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