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by emma
Rated: · Poetry · Death · #1164303
An expression of my feeling when greif had struck.
I thought I knew, and I thought it would
Things were finally go my way.
It was my turn, it had to be

But I remember, as though it were today. . .
As she spoke those haunting words
My world suddenly collaspe.

Barely understanding, but knowing all to well
Deep despair was coming, my heart was breaking apart.
How could this be, it's not fair: life's not fair

I wish it weren't, please this can't be.
I was so excited, so happy and complete
And now I know there's nothing, nothing but me.

How can I look him in the eyes, how can tell him
When I can't even look in the mirror.
When I can't believe it myself

I cried when I got home, alnight and when I woke.
I thought it would go away, I wish it would
But everynight is like the first day.

And though I hope it won't, I know it will
though this pain may settle.
It'll never go away

For when it died, it did not die alone.
Part of my sould perished with it.
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