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Grace Jul 2018
I cried
She was dead
Gone forever
A breeze in the wind
She was missed
But she didn’t think she would be

She lived
Sad but she lived
Surrounded with people who loved her
This is what mattered
She was attached to life by thead

Her friends still thought of her very morning
Still saddened by her death
Still felt her presence
Her sadness became everyone else’s
As soon as she left

Read backwards for a slightly different meaning
*Last line to first line

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