She left me when I needed her the most,
When her laugh was the highlight of my days,
When her texts kept me up all night,
When she was my religion,
My faith.
Her last seen has never changed,
Her last text haunts my dreams,
The last thing she told me:
Go to sleep idiot,
With a wink.
When we laid her to rest,
They said God loved her the most,
But heaven knows I loved her even more...
The pain is slowly rotting my heart,
And with every heart beat,
I sink deeper into despair...
And I don't want to miss her anymore...
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