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Nov 2011
I sit there crying like a baby
Wishing it would all just leave
I wait, watching, lost and lonely
I guess I don’t want to believe
They all keep saying, “I am so sorry.”
But I am not quite sure for what
I keep waiting for him to come home safely
But I have a bad feeling deep in my gut
I know he’s gone, down deep inside
I just wasn’t ready for something like this
You never expect it could happen to you
And then you realize how much you’ll miss
Life’s too short to waste away
Tell those people how you feel
Otherwise it may be too late
The end of life is very real
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