How would I know
It would hit me so hard
The past reared it’s head
In monochrome red
Like a sword through my heart
When I heard he was dead
Writings of a Leo
Writings of Elizabeth Rowland-Elliott
How would I know
It would hit me so hard
The past reared it’s head
In monochrome red
Like a sword through my heart
When I heard he was dead
powerful xx
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The words made me find so sad it was so touching
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I feel the power of this, the time since we last met with the person can be immaterial
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