Lost and Not Found

November 19, 2008
My head is spinning.
I just found out.
My heart is pounding.
I might pass out.

My friend is gone,
A distant memory.
I feel alone.
It's hard to breathe.

She lit her first smoke
And made her first slice.
She drank her first pint
And was killed in a fight.

This girl once so quiet,
So carefull, so sweet
Is now the one
Lying dead in the street.

This, the girl
Lying cold on the ground
Is silent, alone,
Is lost and not found

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