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It hurts to breathe
Because with every breath
It reminds me that I'm alive
Alive even after your death

Being alive doesn't mean
That you have a life though
No, I can say that fact
I have grown to know

Whta is there left for me now
How am I 'sposed to go on
When the only person I ever loved
Is no long with me; you're gone

Please God if you're there
Help me understand how and why
I loved him with all I had
But yet I wasn't enough; he still wanted to die

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This poem is original and copyright of Samantha Nowatzke.
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