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I would've never known what would have become of me if I'd continue.

Some days I do wonder if I had never stopped would I still be me?

Would she still love me? 

Even though I went behind her back countless times.

She was in the middle,

Not able to move not able to speak barely conscience.

A kind of border between Hell and purgatory.

And when I approached her,

When I saw her barely alive.

I lost all of my former that day,

I lost what I thought would always last.

Angry, blind, stupid, 

So many words to accompany what I felt,

None fitting the right way.

A friend and I wemt our way to meet him.

I was angry I wanted him to pay to suffer for what he did.

Although it wasn't his falt at all,

He was just the poster child.

And what a fortune he wasn't there,

Because Heaven would never forgive what I would do to him.

We left his home and I still blind,

Left screaming for a unknown cause for something to happen.

We walked aimlessly, 

But a friend comforted me.

Told me it's okay to be angry,

It's okay to be blind to feel lost and to be scared.

Although we walked for nothing,

And my passion reaching it's peak.

My fear for her growing,

We went for the hospital.