Pain

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I think of how I'll never see you again

And it feels like I'm going to die.


Is this what you meant by my liberation?

Is this how you wish to see me?


Limping without your support?

Drowning without you as oxygen?


Do you find your peace 

Praying for my salvation,


As you walk away from me, 

Thinking it'll redeem me?


Baby please, I'm dying.

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