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But, I still love you.
Why must you go?
Was it worth the blood and sweat
That dripped from your head to your toes
To save me in the first place?
You were my rock at the bottom
And my throne at the top.
Why did hell come today
How did heaven not make it stop?
You fell out of bed
Misaligned yourself with the stars
Now I can't get you out of my head.
While you drink in your own rot.
Made a mess of us both
Not a beautiful lovestruck
But one that makes us both feel like a dump
You were my sanction
I was your home.
The way you held me in your arms
So tight, so firm yet so gentle.
That's the ways you were held in my heart.
Now, years after our death
I still contemplate
Why you had to go
Was it because I was too late
To say I loved you still.
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