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Sep 2013
I stand at your grave and weep
As the sorrow seeps through me
I imagine you here sitting at your own grave
Laughing at people that pretended to give a ****
And you know I'd love you forever
I just wish you would let me save you from this wrongful fate that is this 6 foot deep grave
Don't worry my love, I'll be buried next to you
It might not be today, tomorrow but eventually we'll be reunited

5 am and I'm already awake, stacked pillows pretending its you that's asleep but the coldness I feel makes it even worse
Your body temperature is nowhere to be felt
You would've laughed at someone if they told you I would be awake at 5am and say
"My baby never wake up before 10"
I lost my greatest love of the century
They write stories about you and me
But like Romeo and Juliet we also had our tragedy
Written by
OldSoul
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     Sara Spahn, --- and SE Reimer
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