She touched her grave.The wind gentely blowing, her hair didnt move. It was as still as the stone."Becca, 1995-2010."she whispered the words she memorized.This is where it all seemed to happen.She looked through her thoughts, remembering that day...the day she DIED.
She grabbed her lunch that morning.She smiled and said bye to her parents.She had no idea today was her last day, only one person did. Her best friend Jon.He didnt know at first, until her final moments in life.
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The moon cries my tears
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Open your eyes and touch the sky,
Or keep them closed and sink below...
Or keep them closed and sink below...