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each of us has a ticket that will take us away from here, some get on that black bus the day their born, others wait and enjoy the time they have, so smile as stare at the end of you're life, you're pain is over, ours is just beginning, so as you stare at the end of you're life what do you remember?. was it worth it, the time you spent, the people you met, the lives you saved, so smile you're pain is over, ours is just beginning...
a poem for a dying friend, he has lived a full life in his sixteen years, he's made friends, saved a life, showed me that i can love again. We had many laughs, good times had come and gone, he helped one another through depression. He set me up with the girl of dreams. He has done so much for me, and now is his life starts to fade away as the days pass. One day the gril in the black dress will come and take him away from here, i oly hope that when he gets on that bus, that he is at peace.....
you're gone from here, don't leave me here, i hate it here, i need to see you smile
so my dear friend when they take you home, i hope you'll find the peace you longed for in this life... cause its us you leave behind...
be at peace, and enjoy the time you have for you never know when it will be you're turn to get on the bus, or dace with the girl in the velvet black dress.....
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