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"Dead"

Sick from this pain,
and dead from this loss.
You asked and I answered,
it was no secret I would say yes.
But now you're gone
and I am sick.

Sick from this pain,
and dead from this loss,
was it so much to ask that you stayed?
Was it so much to ask
that at least I go with you?

But now I'm stuck in a world,
a world without colors,
a world without emotion,
a world without the only one who ever understood.
I stand here crying,
inside dying,
lying when I say that I am happy.
Lying when I say, I'll be fine tomorrow.





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