i stumbled forward, eyes blood-red
my tear-stained shirt gave me away
my love for her had not diminished
as i rode away
i looked out the back window
i saw her face for the last time
my heart pounded
my mind stopped
i reacted instinctively
i would end this
i dont remember when it began
all i remember is the end
her face appeared
i smiled
my hands loosened
and she was gone in the blink of an eye
i looked around
i wondered where i was
i saw a man and a woman
they approched me
i looked away
i was afraid
they looked angry
they looked at me and said 'it is not your time'
and i was back in my bed
the pain was back
i knew i was still alive
and i wept...
for i knew that i may still be alive, but my life was over
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