#63

Sep 21, 2007 02:30


I'm not good at dealing with death.
It's 2:30 and I'm afraid to sleep.
Because I know in the morning it will still be true.
My darling boy, what happened to you?
Come back.  It's okay, we can fix it.
Oh, I wish we could.
I sure wish we could.
 
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