I don't know what to do
your face so cold and so blue
Even as I hold you
I cannot believe this to be true.
Many times we walked
With sweet words we talked
our shadows each other stalked
but now your aura is outlined in chalk.
receiving this a new strain
your memories are mine free from pain
keeping myself in check learning to refrain
even though the world and I will never be the same.
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