Death

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I saw you take your last breath,

as you left with Death.

You had lost the fight,

and were gone within the night.

Everything has become a question,

and leaving a lasting obsession.

I wonder why,

as I begin to cry.

Why did you take the pills?

Was it suppose to be for a few thrills?

How did I not hear your scream,

or see your eyes had lost thier gleam?

I have to find someone to confide,

To tell them I have died inside.

No one will leave,

and let me greive.

I see now how much you lied,

and how you deceived.

Now you've taken your life,

Leaving me to deal with this strife.

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