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Sitting Here, Watching You Sleep...


Sitting Here, Watching You Sleep...

I Know That You Will Be Gone In A Matter Of Days, Maybe Weeks...

Thinking About Our Memories

[Some Good, Some Bad, Some... Leave Me Speechless. Some Make Me So Angry I Wonder Why I'm Here]

But I'm Here Because I Love You...

You Love Me...

We Love Each Other...

Just Promise Me One Thing... The Day You Leave...

We'll Only Remember The Good Things...

The Love, The Tears Of Joy

 

We Both Know The Inevitable Approaches,

This Cancer Is Eating Away At Your Body...

Draining You Like A Parasite...

Never Did I Think Being Overactive Was Bad...

Until Now...

 Watching Someone Be So Strong When They Know What's Ahead...

Lying To Them With Your Smile

False Hope...

But You Both Are Planning Your Goodbyes...

Yet... Not Ready To Say Them

 

Angels Are Supposed To Bring Gifts

I Always Said The Angel Of Death Didn't Deserve His Name

He Takes People Away From Me But I Realize Now

That Was My Selfish Way Of Thinking.

After all It's Not About Me...

It's About You

And You

Are Going To Receive A Great Gift...

Freedom From Your Pain,

Freedom From This World...

Freedom From Everyone's Lies and Pity...

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