Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It’s the transition that’s troublesome.
-Isaac Asimov
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Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. Breath out.

Boom. Boom.

My feet slam against the pavement as I gasp for cold air. Tears roll down my face and zip off into the wind. The wind lashes against my face and stings like the crack of a whip.

With every step my feet make the voices:
Why? Gone! Why? Gone! Why? Gone! Why? Gone! Why? Gone! Why? Gone! Why? Gone! Why? Gone! Why? Gone!

She’s gone from my life, never will be back. God gave her life in a second and took it back in another.

I collapse, and its not because of my asthma.

Gasp Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. Breath out.

Tears. Shaking shoulders. But, life moves on. I’ve learned to live without you. It’s just that my heart hasn’t.
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A single death is a tragedy; a million deaths is a statistic.
-Joseph Stalin