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Gone
It's been months, still can't put myself together.
Stupid of me to believe I'd be yours forever.
The things your uncle did to you, your best friends suicide.
All the horrors you went through, for you I often cried.
When I thought you'd killed yourself, both times left me broken.
The sweet things that you'd say to me, I so needed to hear spoken.
The beauty in your movement, when you'd practice dance.
You are such an A type, to think I stood a chance.
I hope your life is perfect, I hope your dreams come true.
Despite the way it ended, I'll always love you.
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Ryan Blackborough
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