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Nov 2014
Visiting Alice's Grave
There was nothing more than her life to save
She was the most brave
She was the good game you wanted to save
That dependent person to rely on
The shoulder to cry on
She was the kindest and most caring friend a human can ask for
She would see the rain and watch it pour
Smiling and dancing with a yellow jacket
She put on a Darth Vader helmet during one of her birthdays
She invented the term "wild card"
You could never predict her
She left behind a legacy
And a Best friend
Who was there until the end
Who she thought was a friend when she was alive
Was something more
Something she accidentally ignored
Roseyln loved her, but never told her
Now her life is under a carved boulder
This is a fictional story. Nobody named Alice died. This was written to portray a tragic heartbreak for a character and never revealing her true orientation to her friend.
Peter Robert Hamilton
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Peter Robert Hamilton  21/M/Texas
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