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Mon, 09/05/2016 - 21:55 -- Vèj

You were my life and, my light.
Then came that cold, dark night
Now the only time i see your face is in the pictures of this old place
Without you, i dont know what to do
Why did this happen to you?
I can't live in this house alone
So i cut my wrist down to the bone i wont make it where you are
Instead! I will be in a place so far, away from you is where i lay
This night will never turn again to day.

(not my poem but someone who has been gone)

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