June 8, 2007
Without You
My spirit is dead
My spirit has left my body
All my passion has disappeared from my being
I walk in the hallways alone and run away when my friends approach
Tears come and go as I dress in black
My hat covering my eyes, hiding my tears
My heart doesn’t beat like it used to
So many times I’ve asked myself, “Where are you, Jenn,”
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