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hmm so it slike 5 am no its really 6 am and im emailing my sonnet to Mr. Weaver.... it's about Becca I should put it in here...
A girl felt alone in this dark, dismal place,
but hid it with nothing but a smile on her face.
She had many friends, which was a good start,
but she felt alone and had a broken heart.
Day by dad she suffered through all of this,
thinking is she died she woudlnt be missed.
Her days were expected to be lonely and cold,
when what she wanted most was someone to hold.
She searched high and low for reasons to live,
but in her heart she knew something had to give.
So she made the choice to take her own life,
maybe in her hear she thoguht this was right.
But no one knows the answers to these,
hopefully now her soul will be at ease.
For she has no more pain, and no more tears,
and she can rest without any fears.
I miss her so much.... I wish I could let this go, but I cant.
A girl felt alone in this dark, dismal place,
but hid it with nothing but a smile on her face.
She had many friends, which was a good start,
but she felt alone and had a broken heart.
Day by dad she suffered through all of this,
thinking is she died she woudlnt be missed.
Her days were expected to be lonely and cold,
when what she wanted most was someone to hold.
She searched high and low for reasons to live,
but in her heart she knew something had to give.
So she made the choice to take her own life,
maybe in her hear she thoguht this was right.
But no one knows the answers to these,
hopefully now her soul will be at ease.
For she has no more pain, and no more tears,
and she can rest without any fears.
I miss her so much.... I wish I could let this go, but I cant.