I am ashamed to look at myself.<\/p>\n
What I see makes me squirm and shake in my boots.<\/p>\n
I have you here, but I long for the one who is deceased. <\/p>\n
I can hold you near, but I yearn for the one who has completely vacated my life. <\/p>\n
I see you shake and crumble before my eyes. <\/p>\n
I stand petrified, waiting with bated breath.<\/p>\n
I stare, wondering, will you stand up again, or will you fade away like the morning dew in the noonday sun?<\/p>\n
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I am ashamed to look at myself. What I see makes me squirm and shake in my boots. I have you here, but I long for the one who is deceased. I can hold you near, but I yearn for the one who has completely vacated my life. I see you shake and crumble before … <\/p>\n