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Wednesday, December 2, 2009

The Night I Died Comments

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It’s the way you use to hold me
Through the nights i use to cry
I’d get down on my knees and always use to plea
How could you leave that way?


Bethany King
Beth King 15 December 2009
Thanks Jerry for your kind comment, Although a few of my personal poems are about me, I have not submitted them on the internet as they are personal. This poem is about a dear friend of mine that has been through alot. For some reason my personal life has been woundeful, truely blessed but for some reason or another I can't write nice happy poems, they normally don't work out, except the one's I have wrote about my partner. So the poems I submite on the internet are generally about friends, or family, or about what I believe some people go through, something for people to read so they know someone out their knows their not alone. Cheers
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Jerry Hughes 15 December 2009
Despite the misery you've written about so eloquently, I'm glad you're alive. Cheers, Jerry
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