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Dead at 4

Contributed by givingin on Wednesday, 10th November 2004 @ 12:40:05 PM in AEST
Topic: Grief



I hold up the gun,
and think of you,
I remember me seeing it,
I know what to do.

I point it to me,
and something goes boom,
I don’t know what happened,
but know that I’m doomed.

I see you walk in,
you run over to me,
why do you cry?
what do you see?

I close my eyes,
and then I see me,
I’m drifting away,
and now I see.

I lay on the ground,
with blood on my head,
your crying so hard,
knowing I’m dead,

I remember that day,
I saw it on the ground,
I remember you telling me,
don’t pick up what you found!

I now drift further,
away from the floor,
and now I realize,
that I was only 4.




Copyright © givingin ... [ 2004-11-10 12:40:05]
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Re: Dead at 4 (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Wednesday, 10th November 2004 @ 12:41:48 PM AEST
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wow what can I say, that was so powerful and tragic, so very tragic,

takecare
pixie xx


Re: Dead at 4 (User Rating: 1 )
by faith_my_eyes on Wednesday, 10th November 2004 @ 01:44:15 PM AEST
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you have painted a convicting, horrific scene here... we really need to make sure we are more careful of our possessions


Re: Dead at 4 (User Rating: 1 )
by deathdrop on Wednesday, 10th November 2004 @ 02:30:07 PM AEST
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now this is some excellent stuff!
it's dry and quite vivid, but still good.
sad messege, but it's good you've raised it as a topic!
hopefully it will make people think!


Re: Dead at 4 (User Rating: 1 )
by Sinned on Monday, 17th January 2005 @ 04:32:18 PM AEST
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Powerful--strong message.
Good work

Sinned




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