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Where have they gone?
The days in which we were able to run and play,
In the company of our friends
10 years 10 months ago
Smell of hair spray, the sound of giggles and squeaks,
a small, shower of fairy dust everywhere.
10 years 10 months ago
I saw a soul taken away
By thirteen bullets one day in May
He was nineteen, he was my kin
10 years 10 months ago
I'm sick and tired of all these games,
I'm sick of chasing,
Sick of complaining.
10 years 10 months ago
sometimes
I sit
until night quits the sky
wanting for answers
to wonderings why
10 years 10 months ago