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you there, look at me
I'm not gone,
I'm right in front of you

let's talk, we'll laugh
like we did yesterday and
you'll tell me what you wanted to say

tomorrow, I'll come to school
and we'll point at some boy
and giggle because he looked our way

you there, don't cry
in front of my casket,
I'm not gone yet.

This poem was inspired by a very sad event that occured at my school. A girl my sister was pretty close friends with killed herself. This poem came to me, it's her 'spirit's' point of view, talking to my sister. I'm not sure if this is an insensitive thing to have written, or if I'm disrespecting the dead (I never spoek to the girl, save one sentence fragment). If so, and my sister reads this, I am very sorry.

No matter how bad it gets just keep on walking. You'll get there eventually, it may not be what you thought, but at least you will be alive.

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The following comments are for "Not Gone Yet"
by thenightcalls

Not Gone Yet
It is not being disrespectful the dead. It beautifully done. Thanks for this

( Posted by: wanda [Member] On: November 5, 2006 )

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