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The back seat...
As I sat in the back seat
I stare out the window and cry,thinking of the one who made me smile
Until I feel a cold touch on my cheek
Then I turn my head slowly towards my left side
To find nobody's sitting beside me
I turn my head back to the window to find another cold touch on My cheek
I turn my head once more to find nobody's there
Then I start to think......
Is it a figment of my imagination? Or am I just going crazy?
Then I am reminded that was the state my best friend lived and died in
It was when I got into that state I felt the touch that made me stop crying
It's him,he's here with me in the car....
Even though you can't see him ik he's there
After a while the cold touch stops and happiness rushes through my body
-to my dear friend Wesley
May he Rest In Peace
I know the feeling. They are
I know the feeling. They are here one moment gone the next. Its hard to process emotionally. Sometimes you wish it had been you instead of the other person.
Yup your right
Yup your right