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Sept. 21, 2004 I'm dressed in black Staring at the dead ones in the coffin Who are they Why am I here People ask me "Why aren't you crying dear" I just say "I don't know these people, These people in the coffins are strangers They never knew who I was Nor I, them They weren't there when I mourned my first love Or when I was emotionally dead to the world My life was oblivious to them, They knew nothing of me, or Who I really was, or who I am now They were strangers then, As they are strangers now I don't know them I don't know why I'm here Mourning strangers Strangers I've known my whole life I don't talk to strangers, Let alone mourn them" ~enigma ------------ About the author Rachelle Ann Ramos: I'm attempting to be an author, at any age writing a book is an amazing feat. But I bet it's harder when your just a highschool freshmen. I have always dreamed about being an author of an inspiring book in which teenagers can relate to. I certainly hope I can get through this let alone highschool. Email: geminiprincess90@cs.com Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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