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Sep 2014
We are alike, you and I
My dear
We never had much hope, did we?
The others
Never quite understood
What it was we were
What we had, in fact, become
But through all that sadness
All that emptiness and darkness
Nobody could see what you saw
And you saw such horror
For us, death was a dream
An unbroken promise
A secret only we could know
All the bloodshed and battles
Both won and lost
They didn’t matter anymore
We had found the key that fit the lock
One twist and we were free
An open door
To reveal what we were all waiting for
O but my dear
You never knew
And so you never will
You passed through that door
Before I could stop you
Before anyone could
And for so long I have craved to follow
To pass through that door
Like you had done before I could
A letter to a friend who took her life last year.
Jo Kent
Written by
Jo Kent  England
(England)   
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   Kassel D and Erenn
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