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Nov 2010
How strange it it to awake
To the sounds of life
Streaming right by

It felt like a lifetime
Being held under your spell
And I can finally breathe again

I thought the colors more vivid with you
Each and everyday more special than before
Though the moments sped by unable to slow

And then I came to realize
What life with you was truly like
And what it did to me

As those days passed
The colors dimmed
But I didn't notice the change

And in those last days
I finally began to see
My color palate was only whites, blacks, and grays

So in that first breath
That I took in
The color came back to my skin

And then I said
Goodbye, but I didn't say
I hope you burn like the hell
of the life you really have.
Jack Turner
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Jack Turner
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