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I hear his voice in my sleep
In the next room, someone weeps
And when awake, I see his face
He used to say, "Take it at your own pace."
Now I rush everyday
And cry at the park where we used to play.
I can't think
Nor sleep a wink
My broken hands stuck together
And I know that there is no forever
I will smile 'til tomorrow
Today, there is sorrow.





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Milo! said...
Apr. 1, 2010 at 11:27 am
This is really good. It’s easy to relate to, and interesting to read. Keep writing, because this is really good. You should check out some of my stuff. I think you would like it.
 
piercedLove replied...
Apr. 1, 2010 at 1:49 pm
Thank you so much. This means a lot from a great writer like you. I read some of your work and i rated them all. thanks a lot.
 
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