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It hurts knowing that you are gone, while the other lives on.
No it's not from the envy that your heart burns.

Or maybe it was,
knowing that you won't be there to watch them grow,
glow, and smile as you have always done before,
knowing that you would no longer be able to feel their presence, touch their hearts as you used to do
once you are gone,
knowing that you wouldn't be there to soothe their burning hearts, not even there to make them smile as you used to.

Maybe you are envious because you know you are gone while the other lives on.
Maybe it's this sensation etched deep into your heart,
that trepidation, salvation, love and hatred alike all who does not know of it yet,
for you know how it feels to have your soul burn alight as
you warm the other's with your fire,
as you become the only light guiding them back home,
as you walk away so that the other shines in your reflections, fading softly,kindly as you move on.

Maybe it's both your curse and the blessing that
even when you are gone you are glad the other lives on.

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