Dear Sara,
You were so young,
Too young to be in pain,
Too young to hold a gun,
Dear Sara,
You were such a beautiful mess,
The pills were our little secret,
The ***** was your best friend.
Dear Sara,
I'm sorry I wasn't there,
But it was just too much to bear,
To see you did and yet not care,
But as I stand here today,
I still feel the sting of the pain,
And my tears come down like rain,
I hope to see you again someday.
Rest In Peace Sara Lynn
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC
Dear Sara,
You were so young,
Too young to be in pain,
Too young to hold a gun,
Dear Sara,
You were such a beautiful mess,
The pills were our little secret,
The ***** was your best friend.
Dear Sara,
I'm sorry I wasn't there,
But it was just too much to bear,
To see you did and yet not care,
But as I stand here today,
I still feel the sting of the pain,
And my tears come down like rain,
I hope to see you again someday.
Rest In Peace Sara Lynn
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