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Oct 2014
The day I was born;
The day I began loving him
To this day, I haven’t stopped

Short and silly,
Loving and my own perfect
He was a ball of sunshine

It was a warm summer day;
Grass green, skies blue
I felt black

As she held me;
All seemed fine
I knew it wasn't
But to this day
I refuse to say
Goodbye
Paralyzed traveler
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