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An Hour too Late

I feel like I was an hour too late.
Now you're gone and I'm left with pain.
I miss you my friend.
Now I'm cutting and crying again.
Wish I was there sooner to help you.
Blaming myself again.
I lost another friend.
Crying for days will be the case.
All because I was an hour too late.
Kavik1
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