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Nov 2013
Calm and peaceful, full of it's own unique beauty
everyone buried deep in sleep.
While all of us just sit up here and silently weep.
Our hearts cry for who and what we've lost,
We dream of who we used to see
what made them laugh, what made them smile, and just what made them be.

We cry because we long to be with them and we no longer care the side.
It could be ours with the living, or with them and those who've died.

Sometimes we hear their voice, we think they call our name
but we have to remember it's just our minds playing games.

And now that it's all over and death has closed the door,
we have to live our lives knowing we can't hold them anymore.
Written by
Amy Alien  on the edge of reality
(on the edge of reality)   
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