My grave yard

My grave yard

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I lived a life of dreams with my family but now there gone and i cant understand how things changed so easily within one day. I cant take the pain away nobody should feel the same way my heart is broken into millions of peaces i wont some one to hold my hand and take the pain away. He stood on his foot eyes filled with tears he stretched his hand and said I am here maybe i cant take your pane away but I'm here by your side if you need me or. I looked to his blue eyes and tears ran down my face and i hold his hand and he hugged me in his strong arms I felt i was home for the first time in a long while and i saw my family when I closed my eyes they were smiling and saying goodbye.
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I am wide awake. At 3 am, and all I can think about is him, turned to his left, left cheek squished onto his pillow, eyes shut, not tight shut but gently shut. Him breathing quietly and a soft light from the window falling upon his face. Sleeping. All I can think about is how he is at peace, sleeping without a care in the world. Even if tomorrow he would wake up stressed and agitated. Right now he is asleep, peacefully, and here I am. Staring at the ceiling, begging to god to stop the pain, my hands entwined together, saying to him that I'm tired and that I'm not as strong as He thinks I am. I still believed in Him, because whenever I lost faith, I got a reason right away to not lose it. My dearest was at peace, he was happy without me. And this time I knew. He was not coming back. He was gone. And all my memories of his smile, his hair, his body scent, his hands, the scars on his body, his two vampire-like teeth, his expressions, his cheesy lines, his eyes. His eyelashes, eyebrows, and the way he used to light up after seeing me rushed in. Of how his eyes didn't shine when we met for the last time. How I missed the special way we used to say goodbye. He loved me. He always had. He put in all his efforts just to see me. He did it all. But he didn't love me, not anymore.

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