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Ivory Grace Feb 2015
I was asked why I still have a photo of us hanging up.
I didn't know what to say.
It made my thoughts drift away.
Suddenly, I was alerted by hearing,
"Hey! Are you okay?"
A nod was all I could respond because I knew my voice was gone.
"What's wrong?"
Don't you know you it's not easy letting go?
"Your eyes don't look the same. They don't look like they are lined with black, but gray."
*what the hell am I supposed to say

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