In the arms of an angel

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Rest in peace, Sister Merced.

Your absence will always send a hole in my heart, of despair.

You have always been my strength. You bring all of STC strength.

With you gone and having crossed over, I felt that I've gone away, too, never to be whole again.

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Have I told you...

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Have I told you that I loved the rain?
That I hate bringing umbrellas?
That I can consume 25 flat tops in a sitting, in a day?

If you love me, you should know that. But you don't. You never did and you never will.
We barely meet, stare and touch. You were a figment of my shattered past.

A final let go of hopes of "what could be".
Who knows?
Maybe I don't care anymore.



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