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The tears fall off my chin as I clutch my fists to my chest in memory of your last breath, in memory of your skin turning cold. Memories, they tear me apart, they make me want you back, they make me want what once was mine. Life turns into death which turns into another life in another place, another time and we sit and watch ourselves drift away on the white caps of the ocean, good bye to you good bye to me maybe one day we will reunite and maybe one day you will be me and I will be you, we will be each other and understand what we each felt.