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Leaving behind the one dearest to you.
Often wondering if you'll meet again. Never knowing, always hoping, always Giving into despair. Wishing you'd know Intimacy and tenderness. Wishing Nothing would remind you of Her. In truth Grief is all you'll ever know in this life.
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