A desperate breath inhaled, then it leaves you.
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Hollowed out, and you struggle to feel something.
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Abandoned eyes that drowned in the disbelief and
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doubt, when you woke up Friday morning.
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It still seems so surreal.
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These scars should slowly heal.
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I remember when you kneeled, you didn't say goodbye.
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You knew she wasn't gone.
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You whispered,
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"Until we meet again, you'll be
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watching me, I know.
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Please save a place for me and when I'm finally
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called back home, I'll see you smiling there."
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The angels in your bedroom softly sing her name.
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It's getting easier to sleep now.
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So you feel some comfort, but still it's not the same.
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But it's better than the twisted silence.
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You woke up Friday morning.
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Friday Mourning
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