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Dec 2014
On the top of the grave stands a man.
A man who knows exactly why he's there.
He looks down into the wet soil, and sobs.
It is too much for him to bare.
Here lies yesterday, reads this tomb.
A time for you to change, a time for you to make things right.
And yet here you are, weeping over what was once your biggest opportunity.
And it was left to die.
Melissa Ann
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Melissa Ann  23/F/LaSalle
(23/F/LaSalle)   
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