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[title] => The Day He Died
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[bodytext] => awoken by the news i was immediately ill unable to move, forced to be still a nervous wreck the entire way not knowing what to expect or say walking down that hall shaken by fear to enter that room and see you there lying so quiet, so lifeless and still knowing you had done this on your own free will wondering what could have hurt you so bad what could have caused this pain that you had facing the fact that this was not dream it was real and there and just as it seemed sitting beside you and holding your hand watching the end come for such a man someone i loved and cared for so much how could you do this was i not enough it doesnt make sense you wanting to go no goodbye or i love you - no way to know crying in hope and begging you to stay pleading in tears for you to not go away and still you walked onward without looking back you left me alone in this world of crap you left me to do what you would not do live out this life and go on like a fool i stayed right beside you up to the end i lied right there next to you in that hospital bed they all said i would not make it even one day it was figured by everyone that i would go the same the way and yet i am here still calling your name fighting myself to not do the same facing these times, these moments of truth afraid i might find i am too much like you [comments] => 2 [counter] => 241 [topic] => 39 [informant] => MissDebra [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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