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My Dad, the only one to talk too
written by devils angel 1312:10 AM 11/27/04I grabbed a coat and told my mom I was going for a walk, alone. I opened the door and the freezing air hit my face like a whirlwind. With my head down I took the way through the woods towards the cemetery. My nose started to run, and the tips of my ears stung. I just needed to talk to someone, someone who would listen without interrupting, and someone who wouldn’t freak out.
I saw the tombstone. I once again ran my hand across the engravings. Mark Hamtin 1960-1999. I sighed and sat on the ground.
“Hi dad, I needed someone to talk to, and here I am.” I paused. “This is really hard to say, but bad stuff has been happening lately. Really bad stuff, but you probably know that since you watch from heaven and stuff.” I wiped my nose. “Something bad is about to happen dad, and I am afraid I won’t be able to stop it. I am not sure exactly who is doing these things, and I am not sure why me. I didn’t do anything to deserve this dad. Nothing. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by lostdreamz08 (11-27-2004 - 04:46 AM)
| wicked poem...so what was going on? |
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