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I don't want to be asleep and I sure as hell don't want to be awake
It's fucking sick the simplest notions that remind me of being alive and the fact she's not
Breaking glass, crying myself to unwanted sleep, or beating someone's ass; what will a moment of angst make up for? Definately not a lifetime without her.Nothing is as sweet as her. Nothing.

So here I am with this huge sick void in my chest and it won't rest til the day I die.
That's a long time coming, I'm just fifteen and all these people they say,
"It's a pity to go through at your young age."
Age, inevitable cruel age; where a mother lives longer than her youngest. Well isn't life just a joke now anyway? Because it doesn't matter if you're in the womb or lived way back when...
Death is going to triumph in the end.