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Death of Baby Girl

Contributed by DarkSoulAngel on Wednesday, 15th September 2004 @ 09:42:57 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief



"Death of Baby Girl"

Death is hard;
But when you have to hear those words ”I’m sorry Jessica, but Simon did not make it, he died last night”
I remember my dream…
Like it was yesterday…
I’m walking down a hospital's hall wall.
I go in to a room.
And there he is laying a sleep.
I know it’s him because of the jet-black hair, spiked, and the cross around his neck with the angel form Spain.
I see her standing there,
It’s death.
I pull out my sword and she does the same.
We fight for what seem like forever
Then I fall and she takes you.
I still hear your finally words “I love you baby girl”
I start to cry.
I wake up and I look outside, everything is still very light.
I wait to hear if he is alive then those words are said.
Nothing feels the same now.
No one can call me Baby Girl.
For if they do I will cry.
Right now I just want to die, the world hates me.
I have to go back to the same prison again.
Why they just hate me?




Copyright © DarkSoulAngel ... [ 2004-09-15 21:42:57]
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Re: Death of Baby Girl (User Rating: 1 )
by waos on Wednesday, 15th September 2004 @ 09:48:04 PM AEST
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The imagery in the beginning and middle was astounding.. the end .. I don't know, I guess because I'm not you I don't totally think it fits.. but you did a really good job on that I think.

~Jekyll/waos


Re: Death of Baby Girl (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Wednesday, 15th September 2004 @ 10:10:24 PM AEST
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powerful and emotional. fantastic write. i agree with waos on this piece. keep up the great work =]


Re: Death of Baby Girl (User Rating: 1 )
by teagy03 on Wednesday, 15th September 2004 @ 10:45:19 PM AEST
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This is a really sad and emotional write. Great imagery...

Teagy




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