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sitting in a field of broken daisys the day slips into the everlasting night. the white picket fence of reality is barely visible.the moon shines a mornful glow and the stars dont help the feeling either. in the middle of the trampled field is a place that is reserved for a special bloom. it is empty now...hopefully the hill of dirt will have a new occupant soon....i am tired of this dreadful merry-go-round. the things around me are forever in a blur. the only thing i can see are the lonely horses around me galloping to their hearts content. the only person who has ever ridden beside me jumped off into the dark unknown.
she had a white dress.
she was mine.
she tries to sit back down beside me but it is impossible. her dress has beccome a shimmering silver. i refuse to look at her and her dress of terrible ugliness.
she falls in a heep of tears. i have no compassion for her she left me. she whispers "i love you"
HOW DARE YOU PLAY THESE GAMES WITH ME!!!! NO!! i will not take the bait......
she had a white dress.
she was mine.
she tries to sit back down beside me but it is impossible. her dress has beccome a shimmering silver. i refuse to look at her and her dress of terrible ugliness.
she falls in a heep of tears. i have no compassion for her she left me. she whispers "i love you"
HOW DARE YOU PLAY THESE GAMES WITH ME!!!! NO!! i will not take the bait......