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Re: Continuous Poem - All of ours. Participate! :D -
November 4th 2011, 10:50 PM
The thought of dying now fills her fright
She lays in bed hoping and praying it will be all right
She hops she will make it through the night
The darkness surrounds her
She suddenly feels like a fragile and delicate flower
With every passing hour
She found she still some had some sort of power.
'There will be bad days, there will be good days, there will be really bad days, and really good days, and days that are not bad or good but just simply suck, but either way you got through it and you are here today and that is all that really matters''
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