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House of the dead

I am living within the remnants of your home, and you are not here.
You are gone, but I feel you everywhere; And I cannot escape the crushing waves of grief.
You are suffocating me from the inside out; and yet you aren't really here.
Instead you are somewhere else further from here, and I hope it's beautiful.

I can no longer ignore the grief that consumes countless nights in bed,
Or the crying so hard I cannot seem to catch my breath,
Because I feel as If I have gone with you.
I sometimes wait in the mornings, in hopes that you'll be there to greet me.
But you never are, and never will be again ; and it crushes my soul.
Fallen_Angel_194
Written by Fallen_Angel_194 (Angel.)
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