December 15, 1987

I sit here and cry,often like a baby.Cry, pout and ponderwhy my richest treasure, life is escaping my dear hands.The evil demon,now surrounds my fragile body, inhabiting to make it weak.Slowly, taking my healthand turning it around to death.I lay, lookingwhite and pale.With no friend's mail,bringing...

November 11, 1987

Although our friendship ties are forever severed, I'll be your guardian angel until We are reunited once again in A worry-free world of tranquillity. Please live on your life as if you and I are together, Our young memories fill sunrise until sunset --¬ And extend beyond the night's darkness. I ask...

October 15, 1987

Shall I remember Peabody today?From childhood to the day I moved away. Our friendship was like that of two brothers. It’s hard to see your body forever lay, But God will take you and show you the way To heaven where unite many others. Dreams of Peabody come while I sleep, Sometimes they're good and...

September 05, 1987

At one time long ago, I can recallA place of beauty and tranquility. Arousing all five senses in a way, Like no other place I can remember. It is taking place in the countryside; Listening to the sounds of morning call, Touching around I feel stability. The air's fresh aroma --- takes me away. Seeing...

August 31, 1987

For the third time that night, he picked up the shotgun and placed it in his mouth. He hadn't bothered to check and see if it was even loaded. He didn't care. Knowing that he had the power to remove him­self was enough. At almost seventeen years old, starting late, still going through "the change",...

July 04, 1987

Scratched up elbows, Dirty knees, I’m a little kid. I jump in puddles And climb in trees. I can wait ‘till I get big! @font-face {font-family:"Cambria Math"; panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:roman; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:3 0 0...

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