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[aid] => mick
[title] => Racing Life
[time] => 2005-07-10 17:52:07
[hometext] => every second counts...
[bodytext] => I remember that dreadful night, When I called you house, And I began to cry. The phone rang all night, Was I to late to save your life? I ran out of my house, And got into my car, It was almost out of gas, I knew I wouldn't get far. I drove fast, Wondering if you were still alive. The car stops, It's out of gas. Your house is still far, So I run fast. I leave my car, And start to pray, That you will see another day. I stop on front lawn, My heart skips a beat, Then starts to pound hard. Tears race eachother down my face, Then hit the floor, Where they leave their mark. I rush in your house, And climb up the stairs. I see your room door, It seems to far. I turn the knob, But the door is locked. I ram the door with all my stregth, The tears flow faster down my face. The door bursts open, And I tumble in. I see you on the floor, The moonlight makes you look, Pale yet blue. I see pills by your side. I pick you up and hold you close, Hoping that, you, Heaven may restore, And bring back life. My tears fall on your face, And leave a trace, Of the pain and sorrow I feel, On your very last day. I put you down and call an ambulance, I ask the doctor if you will live. And with one sad look, I understood. That you were gone, The girl I loved for so long. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 205 [topic] => 13 [informant] => forsaken_soul33 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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