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| The Media Turn the page and your life is ended Once again you are reminded The coldness rushes over you takes control of you Shock pours through you Your body spasms In total Utter Complete Despair Wailing Screaming Crying Tears pour down your face Sobs wrench their way Out of your body Your weak limp arms Cling to your body Trying desparately To provide some solace All alone So alone I am but a shell That pretends to be whole Every once in a while I am reminded Never am I to be happy Never Stop pretending Stop this charade Just realize There's nothing here But pain And sorrow Tears And anger Inexplicable tragedies Will happen Over and over In my mind Bringing me back to the day You died The day you left The day my life ended I beg you Just let me go Let me be free Let me Just let me |