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by Autumn May 8, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Why\\'d you have to leave me here? Leave my alone, with my own fear? Why did you have to go? I had my high, now I\\'m at my low. Why didn\\'t you tell me? Did you not think I couldn\\'t see? You were sick, this I knew, But now your life here is through I kow you\\'re gone, and now I\\'ve accepted it, But in this church, for your service I sit, Tears roll down my face, I look at your case, My time with you flash before my eyes, And I silently ask, \\"Why?\\"