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by John Sandlin Apr 24, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
At night before i pray, I scratch my head. There's few words i say, Then i go to bed. In that little time I'm here on earth. Every day goes by faster, People live and people die. Every night in my little bed, I lay there and cry. People I love don't live They all seem to just die. It's all my fault.