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No time for a goodbye. Nothing left in sight but a chest cold as ice. Eyes rolled back; time to lay him flat on his back. Screaming in fear, my life has turned into despair. Tears streaming down my face, I have lost time in faith. Heart racing, mind disappears, where is there left to turn? Yelling at the top of my lungs, I never imagined him gone. My lips began to tremble as my words started to fumble. I lost control in speaking… led to trouble breathing. Calling 911, hoping they will come as fast as a shot of a gun… I Thought… I Saved his life... Time runs out fast. So quick, everything becomes a past. Dropped to my knees, I began screaming. Hearing the truth, there was nothing left to do. Until this day, pain becomes the new say. Every day became a struggle. I felt as if I was next on top of this this list. Till this day my mind is in a constant race, every moment picking up pace. Although the pain and fear is still there, I am thankful for God taking his son out of here. But no matter what, He is looking down from above, Laughing at every ridiculous thing we think of. **Dedicated to my brother.
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