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Left Behind


I had it all, never thought it could crumble apart

Crumble apart, crumble away as if my life became equivilant to stale bread. 

Who could have known he could have been dead. 

Who could have known he was lying there. Helpless.

Helpless, like a bird with a broken wing.

Helpless, like a baby crying out for it's mother. 

Helpless, like a flower without water.

Helpless, like a man dying alone.

I thought it was unbearable when he died. 

I felt my heart was left behind. When I realized the helplessness was mine.

 

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