Last will and testament of the girl sleeping in the seat beside

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By Loneliness is condescending •

Hours pass………. Words are missing Sound of static radio…. Hopes are dying Lets keep the silence between….. Lies are slipping Searching for the call ….. Dreams are breaking Hours in the moments …. Grace is Fleeting Each second playing the demon of her savior Bouncing Curls … Youth is lying Flushing cheeks…. You are losing With nothing else to say …. Time is praying A mocking silent laughter… You are seeing The grip is fading ….. Heart is hating Last of your God clutched to your chest She found herself Alone

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March 13, 2006 19:30lost the lonely dead

im still not sure how to react or respond to this one, sorry for such lame feedback

March 24, 2006 21:16~*PuRely*DeVine*~

i really honestly loved this poem..it hit me deep for some reason