Gone Forever
Gone Forever [Poem] You left me here to await my death. You left me standing there, waisting my last breath. Your cold hearted soul, froze me. Your death defying words, stunned me.
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Gone Forever [Poem] You left me here to await my death. You left me standing there, waisting my last breath. Your cold hearted soul, froze me. Your death defying words, stunned me.
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