Pain
I wish that I were injured physically.
I wish that I were hurt.
I wish that I were bleeding.
At least then it would not hurt.
She would still be here.
Here for me to love.
Each and every day.
Until my time was used up.
But it was her's that ran out first.
I will always miss her.
And I will never be the same.
My heart may go on.
But my soul is forever filled with pain.
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