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it is one thing to just pretend,
and always know when it should end.
But there is always one single soul,
that can’t tell the difference of new and old.
One soul that shall always mourn,
because her very existence had been torn.
Now she lay upon an empty bed,
forever to griev about the soul that is forever dead and forever unwed.
- by carlisle cullen lover |
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- | Submitted on 12/11/2008 |
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- Title: June,11,2003
- Artist: carlisle cullen lover
- Description: as alway this is one of my poems that can be sort of confusing. but anyway it's about my sister that was killed by a terrorist on june,11,2003. (her birth day unforchanetly) she had been engaged to a good friend of hers that was in the air forse. they never got married.
- Date: 12/11/2008
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- Ryan Russell - 12/20/2008
- That's rough...idk that she'll "always mourn" but it really depends on what her spiritual condition was...We can only hope that she found God before she died. 5/5
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