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Forever absent, gone away from here,
You are not in sight, no where to be found.
Always gone to live a life without fear,
While in this imperfect life we are bound.

We now drown in our own tears of sadness,
Are suffocating in sands of sorrow,
And are left, stuck in a state of madness,
Begging for a last moment to borrow.

So painful, death; we are frozen in time.
Unwilling to let go and become free.
Unable to survive the faithless climb.
To pure happiness not holding the key.

Even though a natural way of life,
The pain of death, more painful than a knife.