Grave

By Erika • November 10, 2005 02:55 UTC

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

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November 10, 2005 02:57love 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...