I Will Always Remeber

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It was finally here. As much as I didn’t want it to be, it was. It was Thursday, the day of Sean’s wake.

I remember everything as if it had happened yesterday. It was the Monday after spring break; I was sitting on my bed just messing around on the Internet when I got a tweet from one of my former classmates from high school.

WTF? RIP Sean L & Andrew M

I just sat there. What did she mean by that? Andrew wasn’t dead, let alone Sean. After a quick few moments I logged onto Facebook to find out what was going on, I went onto Sean’s profile and there on his Wall after a dozen “Happy Birthday!” messages  was the first sign that something wasn’t right.

Don’t Make it Bad

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Even after all of the other guests had left due to the rain one stayed behind. Kneeling in front of the freshly dug grave, a song escaped his lips as he began to cry.

Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep

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“Come on! Move faster!” Rhett yelled at the car in front of him. Of all times for him to be

stuck in traffic, this was the worst. He needed to get to Anna. He combed his fingers through his curly dark brown hair and slammed his palm onto the steering wheel causing the horn to blare at the old woman’s Caddy. “Move!” But alas, the car in front of him crawled on the asphalt. He glanced at the clock on the dash, 12:13 am. He looked up to the moon through the windshield and prayed. Prayed that he wasn’t too late.

 

Winter

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It’s been a long time since you left.

A year to be exact I wish to join you but I must be strong; For the both of us.

The swings in the park have lost their amusement.

But the memories we’ve shared bring me back.

Heaven is crying, only its tears rival my own.

Maybe like me, it misses you.