He was her heart, her soul , and her friend. She did not expect how abruptly it would end. She was his rock, his love , his ride or die. Now she feels empty and just wants to cry. She never thought of how the ride would end. She was the one on which he could always depend. Throughout… Continue reading Ride or Die
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Memories
Memories Come flooding back From beyond the grave of time. A familiar tune Or triggering, scent Captured on epitaphs In the cemetery I call my mind. Laid to rest Beneath This sacred stone of life, Come to comfort, Or to haunt From the dark into the light.
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