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Silence

I've been lying in bed for hours. I don't see the point in getting up How can I possibly live my life when you're gone? I feel selfish Spoiled that I'm still alive I'm an awful person If you aren't breathing anymore, why is it that I have that privilege? It makes me wonder It makes me angry To even consider that there is a God How can He exist if people as amazing as you are taken from this earth? My breathing is lackluster in the dim light The weight of blankets on my body buries me That's how it should be I feel your pain I know I won't see you again You belong in heaven and I will go to hell (if there are such places) But in my heart I can remember you With our memories I can laugh with you again And in my dreams I can see you smile as if nothing happened.
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Oct 13, 2014
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Yesterday morning my good friend Stephen passed away. He was hit by a drunk driver the night before. He was an amazing person. I miss him dearly. Rest in peace Stephen.

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