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a poem I wrote for my best friend to give to her father...
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I sit here shaking,
wonder if she's alright,
because I know things,
I know the pain she feels,
more than just the black eye,
and I can hear her s..
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Graceful and clumsy,
beautiful she is,
and every bone in her body is screaming it,
the nauseas feeling I get when I dial the 7th number,
perhaps t..
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no more focus as i lie awake,
thoughts screaming,
clawing at my head and heart,
so much pain,
so many tears,
only fake smiles,
able to appear,
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There are so many words in so many languages,
but I'm still yet to find one,
to describe the way I feel about you,
and tell me,
do you see it love..
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Isit here alone,
in this old theater,
the screen is black but slowly turns,
on the wall an imagine appears,
I recognize it as a young girl I use t..
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a book about my personal experience of my best friend's suicide
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the first chapter to the heart-breaking and soul-piercing non-fiction story I'm writing
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the second chapter to the novel in which I call life
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a memory of an old friend *sigh*
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