Going, Going, Gone
Going...
Though no one can see it, I'm dying.
Going...
I feel no pain, just sadness.
Going...
I'm suffocating in the grief that fills the air.
Going...
I feel.....cold.
Going...Going....
Gone.
by
henrieposted on 03/14/2008
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