November 10, 2009
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It's precious.
It's easily taken.
By bullets, by time, by hands, by words, and by themselves.
People forget how many people die each day.
It's atrocious.
People take life for granted.
Do they understand what could happen, IS happening?
People kill themselves everyday.
What good does that do?

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dizzycatlover said...
Dec. 4, 2009 at 3:05 pm
I love you're poem, it's so poignant. I'm sorry about your friend, I've been through this before. Tell her you love her, and always be there for her no matter what. things will get better.
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