Healed
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Complete Thu, Jun 16, 2016<5 mins
"Drawing a deep, shuddering breath, she laid the roses she held down upon the grave. The fresh flowers lay amidst lifeless, wilted petals - all that remained of her previous visits to the cemetery.
Tears sparkled on her lashes as she spoke. "How much longer?" she whispered."
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