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She wills me on
like a bright sun
shining, even though she’s but all gone
her battle’s over, she won!
and although it was a short one
she’s finally where she belongs
but I’m still here
thinking of her
while I stare
at her image oh! So clear
in my memories
I cherish
the time well spent
and right now I have no one to vent
on to, I cried
till my tears dried
but no! I’ll never see her again
but just her words
makes me wanna do broad
decisions, her one wish
is her small hiss
is the thing that pushes me
to be
better than I was yesterday
and as much as I say,
she was the one who got away
and on the ocean she lays
gone with her ashes
#simu(well I already wrote a bunch about her on my previous poem [april] so m just gonna keep it short. I’m haunted by her memories nowadays.  Her memory’s been haunting me for past couple of weeks. Her voice…her face…her smile…her smell. It’s all fresh in my mind and it’s been pushing me further to do my best in whatever I’m currently doing besides moping and sobbing. Yes I feel sad. A heaviness in my heart is ever present and I carry it with tired mind and a tired body. It is said that when one has nothing but memories, one guards and dusts them with care. Guess I’m doing the same even though it’s killing me. I guess #jacckass is true. I am an M. )
-yakaa: jujaa

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