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[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Wait for me...
[time] => 2002-11-22 07:30:00
[hometext] => Dedicated to Chessa, wherever she is, she will always have a place in my heart.
[bodytext] => Dark, cold and broken,
Shivering helplessly, defeated. She lies there, no words spoken, Her face red, her mind heated. Body weak, knees shaking, She lies there all alone. I kneel beside her, my heart breaking, To me she is well known. Tears are coming, I hold them back, She looks at me, I cry. I hold her hand, then see the tracks, Tonight this girl will die. I pick her up and hold her tight, Help is coming soon. Ambo's coming, lights are bright, The sirens are in tune. They run in, but stop on entry, "This girl is gunna die". I hold my breath, I feel so empty, I'm numb, yet, I can't cry. The room is silent, no one is breathing, "I'm sorry", one man said. I feel so lifeless, mind is grieving, "I have nothing, my best friend is dead". I lie awake in bed at night, I could have done something more. We grew apart, all we did was fight, But I need her now, more then before. Two pills it takes for ones life to end, It's a high price to pay. But when you lose your only friend, There is no other way. The room grows cold, my eyes they close, I feel my life is fading. She holds out her hand, an angel like pose, I knew she would be waiting... [comments] => 8 [counter] => 293 [topic] => 32 [informant] => Roshie [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 4 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SadPoetry )
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