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Mourning.

Its as if the paper ripped,
the harder we pulled
and my enemy took the side I wanted.
Its like God drove his hand into my chest,
tore out my heart
and drove a dozen nails through it.
Its as if I fell of a cliff,
at top speed
and plumetted to the ground.
If you leave me now,
This is the pain
I shall feel.
I beg you now,
stay on the Earth
for you are the only one I truly love.
Its like The air in my lungs,
is being sucked out
By you.
Savior and protector of harm and fear,
why must you inflict the pain
I shall feel if you leave?
Its as if you couldn't hear my begging plea's
as your coffin is lowered
and the dirt covers.
This is the mourning stage.
FallenAngle
Written by FallenAngle (TheQueenOfTheDark)
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