Uncle

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You left,
I cried.
I weeped, longing to be by your side.
You left me,
You left for what?
A place in a new world,
Somewhere far.
And I'm still here,
Acting like you never existed.
But I miss you,
I can't stop missing my uncle Jeremy.

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