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it was like coming to our home,
and realising,
that you had changed the locks,
i break down the door,
but then,
i'm greeted by a stranger,
i'm greeted by a different person,
who i no longer recognise,
so i guess the most tragic thing in the world,
isn't a goodbye,
but the disappearance of a spirit.
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