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[aid] => mick
[title] => story of the grave
[time] => 2005-06-20 12:21:55
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[bodytext] => i cant make this what i want it to be fading inside to be the death of me the world isnt mine but part of the heart letting me go falling apart echoeing here, screams in my head remembering a woman who i think is dead going to her grave i want her back she isnt the one i wish to lack i can see her smile and hear her voice the cry of the girl, fated a choice her shattered life layed there beneath and to her all alone i choose to speak "i love you and miss you, come home cause how can i live here all alone i cant remember how to live life plaese come home my dearest wife how dare you god! its all your fault you took her and now i must hault cauze my tears will not stop to hear the last drop of my wifes tears take me too i cannot live i have nothing more to give" and he just sat there praying and beneath him his wife laying amd i was over my sisters grave oh i remember she was brave to say good bye and know it was true dont worry sis i remember you i went to the man and said so lightly " see her face it shines brightly" he looked to me confused " my sister died from abuse and your wife can hear you now" but he wondered how " she knows that you miss her and she knows that you want her but she wants you to live cause you have love to give" he stood up and hugged me and said goodbye and i too left the grave to lay in mine [comments] => 2 [counter] => 150 [topic] => 39 [informant] => hardrocker15198916 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Grief )
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