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Post by Nicole on Oct 12, 2006 13:47:51 GMT -5
Written by me today
The greeter of the family is gone She was always there when things went wrong The family clung to her tight Never knowing wrong from right
She took the shirt right off her back She made bright days from the black She pooled her existance to whom she gave All the things that she was afraid
She walked into the sun that bright morning It was as if she was never there Her breath against the the molicules left in the sunshined air.
She walked head high held in the sun As if the hurt inside were none She cried as she knew what she had done She knew that she would hurt a ton
It was over that day The day she walked It was over and it would not be taught The life she had was never there Just like the sunshine in her hair.
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Post by Leels on Nov 27, 2009 12:02:49 GMT -5
sounds like someone died and came back to life or something..
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