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My feeling right now: dramallama I'm going to right a poem that I did....It's called They Still Don't Love Me.
They Still Don't Love Me ---------------------------- My name is Sara I am seven, I am now raised in heaven, My eyes are green My wings are blue, I used to be one of you,
My bro is eleven with brown hair, He really has no care, He's on earth with mom and dad, Seeing my death he wasn't sad,
My friend is six his name is Harris, He is the only one I miss, His icy eyes looked into me, We were friends since we were three,
My dog Gizmo lived for 1 year, Then we saw him disappear, He's with me now up here, He takes away all my fear,
I still cry everyday, For all the words I'll never say, I miss my family a whole lot, But they give me no thought,
At my funeral they didn't cry, And they never even prayed good-bye, They went home and went to bed, No thoughts of me were in their head,
The train that caused my death, Is all of me that is left, And even though I'm now free, I have to know they still don't love me. ------------------------------------------------
btw:this isn't a true story...I hope sad And I know this story is to sad for someone like me to write....But don't yell at me x]
MrsJamesHetfield · Sun Jun 25, 2006 @ 05:10pm · 4 Comments |
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