her

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Its her I love her I see when I am alone I don't talk but I think of her she looked sad when I send I'm leaving but I couldn't hide the fear the fear of her crying the image keeps replaying  over and over in my head the site of dread the thought of her is what makes me rember when I come back she will be here with a smile on her face saying I'm happy yours back.

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