Don't ask me how I died inside, Or, how and why the darkness overwhelmed, But rather, ask me how I live, And then, how I live to know life in every breath When I went to bed last night, It was her voice I heard, whispering her sweet nothings in my heart And this morning when I woke, she filled my mind, with good things, Deep things. Smiling as I admit to myself
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