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Part IV: LOSING MYSELF I watched you take your last breath;
And the whole world stood still for that moment.
Your eyes stared at the ceiling but I knew they were empty.
I have a hole in me;
A missing piece.
Like a little boy without his father.
We talk in dreams;
Where its just the two of us.
I miss you pops.
I just want you back.
