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Dying, A Slow Process Called Life

I love how everyone looks so small from up here.
I can only hope for the best as I fall to my death
And I have no regret just the beating in my chest.
Faster and faster it cease to just end.
I've been falling forever when... when?
It's not true what they say.
that your life flashes before your eyes when you die.
Because all I see is this blinding light
and even as I fall to my death
it's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
I squint my eyes to see a figure appear
Behind the beautiful blinding light
He take my hand and hold me close
and whispers "You won't have to suffer anymore."
He lets me go but I don't fall
Instead I fly with him gracefully
I was falling and he caught me
Then I wake up and find it was all a dream, gratefully...
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Everything To Me

His arms. His hands. His lips.
Every part of him,
I desperately wanted.
And as if he could read my mind.
He gave it all to me.
I wish he could see how much he meant to me.
How much my heart belongs to him
How much of myself I've given him...
Then maybe he could see...
how much I need him.


-Jeanea wants to be honest but is too afraid of reality to face the truth