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by Courtney Sep 23, 2007 category : Life, society / other
What's wrong with this world My classmates dying left and right Two killed themselves Another killed in a car crash at night By 10-year Reunion 3% of your class is statistically dead The thought of who they were Always lingered in my head I never thought I'd care Who those few would be Never imagining one was my friend Why couldn't I see? To this day I mourn over his grave While another friend of mine Got two lives he couldn't save "Now I got two funerals to go to" He told me sadly One used to be his best friend As I tried to remember his face madly My graduating class Small as it was Not even a year later, 3 down Only because...