Running at pace with sadness and pain,
you gave me so much to hold onto,
even when the cruel world chose to take you from me,
all my last days has grown into coldness and self blame. ...
Your thought in me has gone beyond mere words
You are my epitome of flowers,
In your arms i will grown old,
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