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all night i see your face through my head.but in reality your actually dead.i stood by your bed feeling your cold feet.i lost my appetite to eat.my depression led me from a succession to a recession.im this big hole.reaching out for help but all i get is a empty bowl.i wonder if i caused your death made you take your last breath.i cried so loud that everyone just stood there told me i should be proud.they told me he raised a great son.but all i did was cause him pain and made a run.that night i wanted to just end my life.cause the pain i felt no one should feel it cuz its just not right.now im stuck.wanting to get run over by a truck.im trying hard to be strong.but every moment i think about you i wana hit that bong.but i promised to never tocuh weed.cause all that did was ruin my life and that was your biggest pet peev.