Death Of A Friend Poem by Tom Langmead

Death Of A Friend



It isn't the same,
i feel i am to blame,
when i am crying i tell myself,
that with this stress it hurts my health.

I need to know that she is fine,
and that she will be always mine,
but then i think of that terrible night
when we got caught in that gang fight

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