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Katie
All she does
Is talk to her self
She's probably talking to you
She thinks your there
When your not
You died 10 years ago
Sometimes she sings
To her self
She's probably singing to you
She misses you,
Her little sister
Caity, you have to let her go
poem
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Autumn Winds
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