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| Waiting, thinking... | |
| By ReflectingGod | ||||||
| 13 May 2008 | ||||||
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My friend Annie committed suicide, I don't know why she did it. We used to hang out by this creek in my neighborhood and just sit and talk, some days her death didn't seem real and I would sit by the creek and wait. I hope my introduction clears up a few things. I sit here, I wait and wait, Why won't you come? Maybe it was a dream, A nightmare or a trick, I saw you there ... Your face through a veil of hair. Was it real? Was it true? But...How could you? I sit here, I cry and cry. Why did you leave? No dream, no trick. Red stains, Triggered pulled, rigid limbs, Blank stares, soft sobs, muffled wails, I used to sit there, I used to wait, I used to cry, I used asked my self... Why?
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