The worst part of dying
is the sadness in your eyes
and the weeping that you try so hard to stifle
you hold me like you could keep me in this world
you cannot, for the time has come
for me to move beyond life, into eternity
I regret that I cannot stay for you
do not hold onto me
let me go, and live yourself
live, and be comforted
Please tell me what you think
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