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This is a poem about Teenage suicide.Dedicated to my dear friend Erica that chose the wrong way out. WE ALL MUST LET GO Velvet red clouds streak the blue sky Green grass grows-in a lullaby Children's spirits laugh and cry on this molten piece of lava in your eyes. Bright eyed, with wondering hands. You will never grow up-you will never understand. Your childhood was lost and you seek the gates. But the cemetary is locked and it's to late. The Past is gone, and we all must move on. Let go, Let it all go On the otherside the day seems much brighter and at night, the pain is much slighter. And the past is there where the green grass grows. If we'll ever get there only time knows. Where all your friends live-and everyone will forget and forgive. You throw away your life for this mysterious land. You will never grow up, you will never understand. Your childhood was lost and you seek the gates. But the cemetary is locked and it's to late. The past is gone, and we all must move on. Let go, We all must let go. | |||||||||||||||||||
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