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A poem about loss.

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Death is a revolving door,

One after another,

i lost,

I cried,

falling to the floor in my mind,

Each of the people i lost,

were the one's i needed,

each gone,

each fleeted,

Anger is regret,

regret is the unknown,

who would of changed my life,

who already had,

which do i miss the most,

Not a day goes by that dont go through it,

Sulking in my soul,

writhing in my heart 

I miss you all dearly.

The End

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