I look around with nothing there,
When I start to stare into the dark dispare,
there is no one there.
As I spread my fingers through my hair,
I start to think of him some where in the dark dispare.
I some turn around in hope of some one being there,
Only to find no one there.
I was there with no one to care in the dark dispare
I wasn't sad without a friend,
To depend on without end in that never ending dispare.
I only missed one, he was a friend,
And now I am alone without him in the dark dispare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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