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The hour I saw noon,

I knew I'd never see dawn,

'cause once my sun had set I had forever to mourn.

I wake up every morning with absent passion to breath,

and every day I ask myself....

....why did you leave?

Guilt for when I raise a smile for a joke you should be hearing,

the pain,

the hurt,

the fury,

all those nights with my tears and....

Although I know you would hate for this..

..but when it's hard to sleep,

I hear myself asking you,

'WHY DID YOU LEAVE?'