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well here I stand

in your grave , I try not to cry

but why did you do it?

I don't know what I did wrong

was it me? we're you unhappy?

I could of change it but why

I miss you

I want to hug you

I want to feel those warm hugs

why did you go?

I hope your doing fine up there

but I must go, this is getting hard for me

I love you sister.

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