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Make me live.

By , Glassboro, NJ
Almost four years and everyone forgets your face.
Walking through your old rooms, and sitting in your chair.
We all remember your "quotes" but dare not say them too much.
At the risk of ruining someone's make up from salty tears your name stays locked up in our mouths.
Your name hasn't dripped from anyones tougne in quite some time.
I ask questions everyday about why.
Why are there salty tears and no talk of you. Why can't we even muster out half of your name without choking on our words. Why do we have to be so closed off when it comes to you. I don't choke or tear up anymore. I smile oh so sweetly. Only because the memory of you, makes me want to live more.





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