I was scared,the texts,the calls,and e-mails. They were telling me the scarests things like "We are going to get bạn and your Những người bạn we already took your friend Stacy". She had died 3 weeks ago.I was thinking I did something to make somone sad.The K.K.K lived in my town of Ohio.I lived in a small town named Shoshoni.Where the crimes and deathes went unnoiced,and everyone was close to one and another.I had 5 Những người bạn left,but which is next?Katie,Amber,Rebecca,Laura,Brittany,and Me.We had to stick together and stay in touch,any of us are next.I never thought that use 14-15 năm old girls would die.Poor Stacy how she died was terriable burn to death,she had 5 degree burns all over her body.The doctors đã đưa ý kiến the ngọn lửa, chữa cháy burn her so deep she wasnt going to make.We will miss her with all our hearts.
Give away to the morning
Light is here
Look away from the mourning
Is she gone, is she still...?
And let the ngày go ahead
Without you
Find a place, a dark space
To hide you
What’s a day, a sunny day
To you?
Fade away, let the your rainclouds
Guide you
There goes the downpour
Long gone your hello...
Find it in you
To make that last stand
It’s a silent drive
It’s her very last one.
Here come the clear skies
There goes your fare well...
Light is here
Look away from the mourning
Is she gone, is she still...?
And let the ngày go ahead
Without you
Find a place, a dark space
To hide you
What’s a day, a sunny day
To you?
Fade away, let the your rainclouds
Guide you
There goes the downpour
Long gone your hello...
Find it in you
To make that last stand
It’s a silent drive
It’s her very last one.
Here come the clear skies
There goes your fare well...
Shaun
I wonder, sometimes, if she ever thinks of me.
If she knows that I kept only one picture of her. Anything else was just too painful. In the picture, she doesn't know I am taking it until the camera flash goes off. She has been sitting at the bàn in her old bedroom, and she is half-smiling.
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I walk up to her, not breaking eye contact. Nothing existed but her.
The little girl was perched on her hip.
I trailed my fingers down her jawline. She still didn't move.
"Why did bạn leave?"
I wonder, sometimes, if she ever thinks of me.
If she knows that I kept only one picture of her. Anything else was just too painful. In the picture, she doesn't know I am taking it until the camera flash goes off. She has been sitting at the bàn in her old bedroom, and she is half-smiling.
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I walk up to her, not breaking eye contact. Nothing existed but her.
The little girl was perched on her hip.
I trailed my fingers down her jawline. She still didn't move.
"Why did bạn leave?"