My Best FriendA Poem by BelleDeath was everywhere. It was at my door. My best friend had been taken. Swept away. By Death itself. I was utterly alone. Death had a way of creeping up on you. Or at least that's what she told me. I felt it, always. Creeping, lurking, watching, waiting. Waiting for it's chance to strike. I walk alone, but not yet alone. Because while my best friend's body died. Her spirit is now my guide. © 2012 BelleReviews
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4 Reviews Added on June 5, 2012 Last Updated on June 5, 2012 AuthorBelleAboutHey, I am a Christian. I love God; He has done so much for me and in my life. Jesus is my inspiration. They have all the glory for everything I do. like to read, write, and play sports. My favorite c.. more..Writing
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