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As a growing child
I felt an unbearable need
To help the sad and lonely
Not knowing where it would lead
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Now our story starts
On the first day of school
It was during gym that you
Were drowning in the pool
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Not drowning in water
Nor struggling for air
You were drowning in sorrow
Sorrow too heavy to bare
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Of course the other boys
Were too blind to see
Or perhaps they didn't care
Both are a possibility
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But I saw and I swam
I asked if you were okay
You shook your head no
We became friends that day
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Poetry"My sad story begins the day it all ends. Our tragedy starts before we were friends." Told in poetry form, we follow the story of an anynomys girl to find out what caused her death. **** "What I like about this is that we know how it ends. We're not...
