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When I left her, I left a part of me. She was was my rock, my everything.
I promised her I would write and call; I never did though. I wanted to forget her, so I pushed her away. In the end, I was the one on the edge.
She became sick; I was worried. She was dying; I rushed to get by her side.
She was lying on her deathbed when I arrived. I got there just in time; she took her last breath when I held her.
She lived in a black and white world but little did she know; she was my rainbow.
