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Is this it?

Is this 
your last laugh
to end my misery?

I never felt
so alone
with Joan
huddled in the corner
afraid to make contact
with anyone.

Her dream came to me in 2006
and fourteen years just isn’t enough time to tell you how much she cared.

I tried.
I tried really hard
to let you know
my love for life
was all i ever lived.

If you never hear from me know whatever i neglected to say was that i believe Jesus
was who He said He was.

And i was Joan.

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