Calmly laying in my hardened bed
Dark, cold chills crawl up my spine
I glance at the clock on my bedstand
12:00 midnight
I stare at the ceiling
Trying to take in the truth
I can't sleep
I can't close my eyes
"IT CAN'T BE TRUE!" I screech
I begin to cry and...
I tell myself
He's really gone...
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