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Dead

We all file in line,
dressed in the colors of a crows feathers,
making us look like the Grim Reaper's slaves.
We all know you aren't coming back,
but I won't accept it.
I can't.

I know if I see your cold and dead body laying there,
I'll start crying out to you,
begging you to come back to us,
me.
I know I'll scream,
I'll scream at you
for not saying goodbye.
I'll curse at you.
I'll scream at you.
I'll cry because of you.

Now,
I still cry because of our memories.
I still scream because you are gone.
I still curse at the heavens for taking you away from me.
And I still ask:
Why did you leave without saying goodbye?
Written by Darkangel (Corrin Skinner)
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