In death is nothing, but loss. All is left in the end is the agony struck heart. The soul bleeding for help that it will never receive. The sorrow in the misled bliss that drives you to the bridge of sanity. This saddens me, to think such love hurts. In a dream once I still held you and deaths clutches let go of you. As woke found that you were still gone forever. Yet I did not cry for that grief is foreign to me. Missed deeply is what the label you have for your gone and to never come back. You left us to our life, to move along slowly but surely. For soon we will all join you in the after life. The urgent race to the end.
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