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Sunday, February 3, 2008

I miss her By Briana B.
In Memory of: Jenny

I miss her smiling when I walked by

Every day

I miss the way she laughed at my limping walk

Every hour

I miss her phone calls at 3 a.m.

Every night

I met this girl, to trap her in my hold

To take away her freedom

To make her suffer from my being

Forcing her to live through pain-filled years

Taking away her smile

Her laugh, her rights

Choosing her death to come early

Making her die on the inside and rot in a grave

Never letting her free of my grasp

I miss her hugging me

Every time someone else does

I miss her screaming my name when I do not listen

Every waking second

I miss her running to me with open arms

Laughing if she dared to fall

Forcing a smile to gather on my face

Only to get up and hug me tight

Every time I open my heavy eyes

Eyes that are worn from lack of sleep

That burn from fresh tears

Looking down in disgrace of myself

Smiles are harder to draw

Laughter is harder to awaken

Happiness is harder to drag

January 15, 1992 to September 18, 2006

Was the span of her life

The last 4 years I caused her suffering

The last 4 months I lied to her

The last 4 weeks I failed her

The last 4 days I cried for her

The last 4 hours I begged for her

The last 4 minutes I screamed for her

The last 4 seconds I listened to her die

I waited with her

I cried with her

I shattered with her

Now her grave awaits the decades

Her body rots underneath

This is my friend Jenny's story

And she died before me, because of me, without me
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