Come quick to end, you have not been my friend. I have not missed your passing, neither your hours of harrassing. Before you began, I wished for your end.
While facing the morning rise, I had your end in my eyes. I knew you were going to be tough, my body has had enough. Now that you are through, I no longer need my glue.
Now I can relax, and cover your rough tracks. You were truly a pain, and I know tomorrow you'll come again. As you blend into tomorrow, I rid myself of your sorrow.
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Reviewed by La Belle Rouge (Reader)
Reviewed on May 20, 2004
Hope your night is wonderful Grady, you deserve it after such a day.
In a post-coup America, an Illinois farm boy is drawn into the resistance by his brother's death. Captured, he is given a choice: betray his friends, or the girl he loves will be lobotomized.
This was right there!;-)
Well written and Nite-nitezzzzzzz!!
Love Tinka