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By xblckhrtxx

 

We spend most of our time there.Respecting.
It's really quiet even though there's alot of people.

Figured it out yet?

If you said the library then your off.

If you said cemetery then horay for you.

When our Grandmother died we stayed there.Lying on or next to her grave.Our arms wrapped around each
other,and sobbing uncontrollably.Mourning a death is like going through hell. Without the burning
but with the pain.

Just the three of us. Mikey,Gerard,and I.

Surrounded by the dead.

Every night I would find my way into Mikey's roo,then we found our way into Gerard's room.

All three of us again.our arms wrapped around each other and sobbing quietly not trying to wake up
Auntie Donna and Uncle Donald.

When Mikey was at a friends house it was of course only Gerard and I.

We talked more than we cried.

"You're my favorite cousin Gee" I told him one day

"You are to" he replied.

He held me in his arms for the longest time..

"You know if I go to hell I'm taking you and the guys with me." He laughed.

'Nope.I'll be dead before you. I just know it." I replied . Then unwrapping his arms from around me.
I got up and walked away. Only to find myself in the cemetery again. Sobbing.

A.N. I was feeling sad that day. And I decided to write in class. And I came up with this. I hope
you like it!










 

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