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by Kimmie Jan 1, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
I pulled you close And held you tight As you drenched my shirt With tears. I pushed my face Into your hair As I tried to settle Your fears. I held you from Your knife As you tried to end Your life. You begged for death As I tried to steady my breath...... I let you go and you Ran so fast I whispered slowly "Why must I be last?"