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I ask myself, why?
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Poetry I barely knew you, and still I feel like a part of me left when you went away..
Emptiness fills me whenever I think of you.
What happened to you, the way you were taken off this earth, it's just not fair.
Why couldn't I have gone in your place?
You were only seventeen.. Much younger than I..
You had so many hopes and dreams..
I'm twenty-one.. hopeless, and without desire to live..
why couldn't he have taken me instead?
tears prick the backs of my eyes, I look at your photograph, and once again,
I ask myself, "why?"
