Dear Billy,

September 19, 2009
By emmy.g BRONZE, Brighton, Other
emmy.g BRONZE, Brighton, Other
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Dear Billy,
When I sit in the park, on a rare sunny day, I like to look at the slow wind, brushing against the leaves. It's quite funny because I always see it before I feel it brushing inbetween my fingers and lapping against my cheeks. Billy when you died, the wind picked your death up and carried it through the branches. I can't feel it yet. I'm still waiting, bracing for the hurricane.



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on Sep. 26 2009 at 1:56 pm
frantastikid BRONZE, Brighton, Other
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it is kinda nice :)

LilaW PLATINUM said...
on Sep. 25 2009 at 8:53 pm
LilaW PLATINUM, Brampton, ON, Other
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Favorite Quote:
Live. Laugh. Love. Fight. Flight. Get it right.<3

this is actually kinda nice. :)


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