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Still Here 2

It is not having loved and lost that hurts inside. It is having lost the love I held with pride. The only love I ever knew. The only truth I thought I knew. My light is gone. The tunnel is dark. Where once was ablaze is barely a spark. I hear you talk....you still have a voice. You are inside my head before every choice. You are still my life, my reason, my hope. There is more to this life God please help me cope. You are the sweet breeze blowing. You are the warm water flowing. It is just so hard baby....the not really knowing...... dedicated to the late Brandi Bowersock.....RIP you are missed..

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