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I remember the first time I heard the news , "he has died.. he's dead" . I swear I couldn't breathe, I held on to my chest as I struggled to get air into my lungs. But I knew that the air around me wouldn't have been enough for me to endure all the pain that was yet to come with those words. It wasn't breaths that I took it was gasps in between each cry & scream. Oh how I screamed to the heavens to bring you back to me. But I knew the heavens weren't listening.. you weren't coming back. When I realized that, I no longer fought for that breath of air into my lungs. I no longer fought at all
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