DavidI'm trying to move on,
forget the silence,
even though I won't see you again.
A life without you,
isn't worth anything,
even though my life isn't over.
Sadness, all the tears I've cried,
all the pain won't disapear,
even though I can hear you.
Voices, all the imagination,
it's over and I'm ready,
even though my mum and dad will cry.
Poetry by Foolish
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Written on 2005-11-06 at 23:40
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