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You.

You’re terrified of losing me.

Because you know

You might not ever see me again

After eleven days.

That’s the day

I’m going to leave you.

There’s nothing

Any of us could do

To stop it.

I’m sorry.

But that doesn’t mean

You can’t be strong.

It doesn’t mean

That you can’t go on.

Make life your bitch, Abi.

You can rock your life.

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