When i know i'm dreaming,
i can't shake the feeling,
of regret buried in my head,
that you shall soon be dead.
How could this come to pass?
it all happened way too fast.
slow it down for all to see,
i hope you recognize-this is me.
I see your face everywhere,
it's almost too much to bare.
I must be strong,
for you don't have long.
I want you to know,
I can't ever let you go,
But do i really have a choice?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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