She
a life without her
is empty
a shell is all that exists in her absence
I hesitate
to make that final gesture
eliminating her forever
I
fight
sob
mourn
my constant desperation
for she
is me
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a life without her
is empty
a shell is all that exists in her absence
I hesitate
to make that final gesture
eliminating her forever
I
fight
sob
mourn
my constant desperation
for she
is me