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Dec 2015
To have the world in your hand, and then to drop it.

A million bucks on your person. Falling out of your pocket.

The pilot of a plane. Jumping out of the cockpit.

Watching you leave. And knowing I can't stop it.

Remembering the days, and nothing will top it.

The door closes in my face. And then you locked it.

Now I can't breathe, please baby stop it.

Chased too hard, the trail, I lost it.

Being thrown from the stage and into the mosh pit.

I miss you so much. My heart,you just stopped it.
Chris Hunts
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