These first tentative steps
towards an end I can't foresee
lucky you, looking down on me
you know the ending
to this macabre story
if I'd only known the ending
to yours.
My life has just rewound
only to find a different beginning
the movie starts not as it did
twenty-one years ago
who did you think you were
to rewrite my happy little story
I was content with my silly discontents
I was happy to be miserable
now it's a dark place I cannot escape
bars made of bullets and shattered faces
who did you think you were?
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Reviews of "Thanks For Nothing, From the Other Side"
In reading through, I am aware of losing your brother. That in itself is too much pain. I was barely pregnant when I lost my brother, a day that will live in infamy for me. I'm sorry April.
april i have always felt so much at anything you write, mostly pain but you express yourself so well, it is only right that we share your pain. keep writing, your talent is exquisite
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Reviewed on January 2, 2004
physically nothing is still something. Memories hurt and anger are something....hurt and anger will fade.
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On February 20, 2003, pyrotechnics at a rock club in West Warwick, RI set off a devastating fire that roared through the crowded club, killing 100 people and injuring hundreds more. Gina Russo was one of the survivors, and she retells her harrowing e
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Love & Lotsa ((((APRIL)))), Janet xoxoxoxo
and I agree *smile
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