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Grief Years have passed,
and still I feel you near.
The air is cold,
my breath ragged,
eyes red from long-dried tears.
I still remember your voice,
your smile.
How could so much be so hidden,
a smile be so fake?
I punish myself,
each drop of blood,
each kiss of the blade.
I still blame myself,
deep in the depths of my memory,
I still remember your haunting eyes.
You follow me,
wherever I may go,
I see your face.
Will I ever find my salvation,
make amends for my failure?
Have you found peace,
are you happy now?
I hear your voice on the breeze,
see you in the night sky.
One day I'll earn your forgiveness,
until then, I know you're always there,
watching over me.
