Lying down beside his wife's grave.
Sweetheart I miss you,
I love you.
My life is nothing without you.
My heart aches at night.
Our bed is empty.
Our home is not a home.
You told me not to give up to move on I said, I would
to make you happy.
I lied SWeetheart.
With a drink of water, he took the last pill.
When he closed his eyes, in his hand was a note,
To my family,
I am sorry I loved her too much
To let her go without me.
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