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A desperate breath inhaled, then it leaves you.
Hollowed out, and you struggle to feel something.
Abandoned eyes that drowned in the disbelief and
doubt, when you woke up Friday morning.
It still seems so surreal.
These scars should slowly heal.
I remember when you kneeled, you didn't say goodbye.
You knew she wasn't gone.
You whispered,
Until we meet again, you'll be