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The one I miss the most


The one I miss the most, You have never seen, To the parasite she was the host, Her death was obscene, I will never understand, Why they chose her to die, Her body laid atop the land, Forever she is mine, The anger and rage, I feel toward them, Trapped inside this compressed cage, The hopeless scene is grim, The one I miss the most, Now I must let go, She will forever be a ghost, Floating in the snow, She will find her way, And I will be there to guide her, On that fateful day, When I die and it all becomes a blur.
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