Grave, by Erika Subscribe to rss feed for Erika 

      Standing by your grave 
is like hell just waiting for me
it is scary.  It is scary because
loosing a good freind like you hurts.
I will expereince lots of pain, in my
life but non can hurt like this, this is cruel
and unfair, but your with me in spirit and
that matters.  I have your heart with me 
so that I can not and will not forget you.

















R.I.P tails
Posted: 2005-11-10 02:55:03 UTC
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2005-11-10 02:57:32love nothing >>--
Awww I remember reading that one in the book...I know how it is, standing at Rebel's grave....except Rebel is only ONE doggie....oh well...Life goes on...