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I Remember

I stare at the wall
It was green, I remember.
I wait for the news
It was bad, I remember.
I hear them say 'You wouldn't have wanted to see her this way'
At the time, I did. I remember.
My heart felt empty, I lost a part of me the day she disappeared of this earth.

Now, years later, I sit here- without her- and I remember.



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