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by Alex Jan 25, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
I stand at the beautifully engraved stone gripping the the sweet lillys slowly picking off their petals and quietly watching them hit the grass everyones gone now and silance fills the darkening scene I fall to my knees kneeling on your casket burryed deep below me as the rain starts to pour I sing your flawless song with my imperfect voice now choaking on my tears I close my stained eyes and run back to the heartless place I call home