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Jul 2019
The saddest thing is I remember
How you use to look at me.
All the beautiful things you use to
Say to me to make smile.
The little believe in your self notes
In my lunch box.
I cry everytime I see you because
I am just a stranger.
My grandad was my inspiration just like
My mum he in couraged me to write poems
The sad part is he is losing his memory now
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