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You died so many years ago,
it feels like just yesterday,
but I can't remember your face anymore.

I hear your voice,
see you in my dreams.

We walk together,
and you listen to my troubles.

I envy you,
you have what I don't.

Freedom from pain, from life,
how I wish I was free of my tears.

Why did you do it?

How could I have not known,
what made you decide?

I'm tired of loving,
tired of crying,
tired of waking up each morning.

But that kind of freedom,
the kind you live in,
I cannot have.

I have responsibilities here,
a daughter who needs me.

I can hear you sometimes,
you come to me in the dead of night,
convincing me to join you.

I don't want to die,
but I'm tired of living.

I walk away from you,
I can't join you, my friend,
but I miss you.

Someday we'll be together,
kindred spirits reunited.

You can show me, one day,
what freedom is all about.