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I try to but I just
can't remember your laugh.

Not a single photo I peruse
shows you smiling.

Your soul died years ago
and that kills me.

You allowed depression
to take over your bitter heart.

Sometimes I think that
we are so similar.

I may smile more but
inside, I can be very sad.

I joke about suicide,
and sometimes I come close.

I'm not afraid of dying;
I'm afraid of living.

I allowed fear
to take over my broken heart.

But maybe in your death
I can start breathing again.

Perhaps the love of life
will return to me.

I don't want to die regretting
that I never experienced...

fearlessness.