Forgetting
By cryingangel
I remember again what happened that day The day he was killed. It plays over and over in my mind. In hopes I will not forget. I could never forget the love he brought or the love he took when he left. I can not forget the pain I have had, the tears I have cried, or the look on his face. Most of all, I guess I can not forget because since the day he left, my life has been a mess! Written September 15th, 2001 © on Sep 15 2001 10:26 AM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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"I remember again..."