Dead, by deja
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The day that you died
I felt pain inside.
Your door fell down in my
heart, that's when
I couldn't take it from the
start. That's when I crashed
down thinking of you
reminding my self of what
you used to do.
I missed you a lot when
I came to that spot
You didn't look the same,
So I was crying with pain.
But now your in a better place
taking care of me with god up in a
place called heaven. A magical place filled
with joy and laughter.
But In time I will see you after! |
Posted: 2009-11-17 04:06:05 UTC |
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