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Got a card one Christmas Eve marked Cincinatti Made from bits and bobs and children's pretty things All it said was - we made this for you Daddy On an angel with cotton covered wings.
Too busy to chat Too busy to call Too busy to wait It should be no trouble at all Don't ever hang up Don't ever be late Don't waste time For something that can wait Remember to say I love...
Broken Days pass and I remember all the times we had Times when it felt like I had all the time with you in the world.
She wants to lie by the ocean, She wants to lie by the sea, She wants to lie on the sand dunes, I know this because she told me.
No use knocking Now the door has been closed, You took your citrus bite As was supposed. You fell asleep For a thousand years Like Sleeping Beauty Only many more tears.
My fingers fumble fondly For a lean and little locket That my perfect parents prized as a present long ago.
I wish you were here. Like you wouldn't believe. My heads in my hands. I'm starting to grieve. Why did you go. And leave me this way. I wish it was me. Then you could stay. I'm lost and alone.
At this point in my life I could be surrounded by a million people and still feel like the loneliest person in the world. My Dad has moved away, my brother has moved away.
Chapter 5 (final chapter) The harsh sea had blackened as the torrential rain added to the water. Quickly, I rubbed my eyes and sat up. My grandfather gone. My life gone. I may as well say my...
Three months ago, I had everything and didn't know it I love you so deeply, why didn't I show it.
I'm really disappointed in myself as I thought I was improving. I hadn't had a nightmare about anything to do with my parents in about 4 weeks. This had nothing to do with my parent's actual death.
The noise of cars, it had always given me a sense of, of, calm. It had anyway. Until that awful day. The crash had taken everything from me. My father. Mother. Brother. And my mothers unborn baby.
I cannot explain, in simple terms what I witnessed that summer's day my mother's life had left the room, genuflected, then slipped away When she died, the light escaped, in a soft whoosh in space...
I have this feeling. In my heart. But I don't. Know where to start. The need is great. I must confess. I just don't know. How to express. It fills my heart. With so much fear. I'm crying inside.
We went to visit her every other day but eventerly we started visiting less. I hated to see her there in pain so did my dad.
When I was fourteen, my younger sister died. I think the reason it fucked us all up so much was that no one knew there was anything wrong with her.
I drove. The radio gently accompanied me through a winding road, passing under poplars and oak trees, that offered a cool shade every so often from the rare, yet welcome sun.
7 years earlier My guitar lay at the end of my bed. " Will I be able to take it with me?" I asked nodding towards the wooden guitar.
I don't remember much of the night my parents and brother were taken from me. My mind is still hazy in some areas, just like the smoke against my eyes.
When the doctors come in, I awaken from a slumber I hadn't realised I was under. "What's wrong?" I stammer sleepily.
You're slipping through our fingers, Don't think there's anything we can do. I'm sure it's the end of the line this time, There's no way you can pull through.
I did not weep when my father died. The pain and heartache,held inside. There were no teardrops from my eyes. but my soul was screaming to the skies.
This is a few paragraph's from a medium length story that I feel like writing. The streets were overflowing with litter. ' Why did I come back?'I thought as I walked down the small narrow street.
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