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by Gigi Feb 1, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Child why are you in side? Are you frightened at what god has given you? Is your mind as blank as paper. Why are you just laying in this bed? There are so many things to see. Come out side and see! Theres the sun as bright as the stars way up high at night. Theres the cloud as soft as your skin! What! What! Tell me please what is it Is it that your relaxing? Youve been in here for days my son? Come out side and play its such a, beautiful day. Child, look at me! Are those tears I see falling from your, cheeks? Down, down, down to the grown. Has your mother send you a message, from way up high. Did your father make you angry? What wrong? Why are you making that face my boy? Hold on let me call the doctor! Breathe child! Breathe!!!!!!!! Dont leave now my son no? To late!! His gone! I just wonder What was wrong with him? By Gigi