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June 28, 2011
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I am mourning he who is gone
I loved the man who is now beneath the ground
I hate waking up to an empty house all alone
I fear that even now I will not be able to face the truth: He is not coming back this time.
I hope senselessly that there was some sort of mistake
I cry quietly when no one is watching
I feel simultaneously heavy, yet so very empty
I talk to those considerate enough to hear me
I listen to the pounding, unyielding rain
I break inside when I hear his name whispered behind closed doors

I work at piecing my life back together but then...
I remember how his smile used to light up my world, and I crumble
I hold on to blissful memories, despite the fact that I should be pushing forwards
I hide from the continuous downpour of sympathy and pity
I pray that I will have the strength to carry on
I drive to make myself stronger and wiser
I read in order to forget the pain for awhile
I learn that I need to move on with my life
I know these dismal days will eventually come to an end
I sing about happy endings and new beginnings
I want to put the past behind me
I think he would approve of my decisions
I am mourning he who is gone

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