Left
Left.It left.
A mark.
Every sigh,
Every word,
Every moment.
Left,
It left.
A mark.
She told me:
''Coming back,
back to the stars.
Perhaps, i'll find you there.
Until then,
hold on to my hand
even when i have gone away from you''.
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A truth story
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