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May 11
Shes lost
Almost forgotten
Lingers of a life
Taken too soon
What can life be
If it all fell into place
Now it's just a small trace
There's no saving grace
Can there be a time where love can be sought
Without being fought
The life I live lived has been stained with
Distraught
Written by
Kylprin  26/M
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