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Feb 2016
O' gravestone, O' gravestone
How you sit alone
O' gravestone, O' gravestone
'Twas a battle zone.

O' gravestone, O' gravestone
Artillery of hate hurt you
O' gravestone, O' gravestone
Blood rained red stained blue.

O' gravestone, O' gravestone
If the shells did not ricochet,
O' gravestone, O' gravestone
You might have seen today.

O' gravestone, O' gravestone
You were never the prey
O' gravestone, O' gravestone
Caught in the crossfire sprayed.

O' gravestone, O' gravestone
I miss your comfort
O' gravestone, O' gravestone
Why must I turn to you when hurt?
I finally closed a chapter of my life - my first real heartbreak. It's finally done and over with, but I realised that I turned to dead people of my past more than the live ones, i don't know if they hear me, if they probably did they'll say stuff like what a weakling or stuff. I went to one of the best people I've known taken from this world by cruel words too young. I don't know if she could hear me but she's always been the one to hold me together when i fell apart. She'd just push me to go play sports and that usually made me forget things because shed shown me that how much of a weakling i am on the court and off.  But yea, i finally closed a chapter of my life. It's pleasant in a manner to have closure.
Star Gazer
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