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alone

By , Hindsville, AR
I'm sitting on the couch wondering when you'll be home. i here a knock at the door , i walk to the door look Thur the pea hole and see that its not u but my friend. i open the door let I'm in and he tells me that you died in a fatal car crash , i fall to the floor balling as he tries to comfort me. i move away and ask hm to leave. my life has never been the same. i still wounder when you will came home and see me again but i know that when i die that is when i will see you, standing by the gate waiting to enter with me, and then i wake up from my dream but it was real.





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