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by Sam
Rated: E · Folder · Young Adult · #1610126
A song always means something to you. One song that lasts forever.
I was driving while I listened to my favorite station earlier tonight, Air One---an Alternative station. There was this song played many times, like five times. The song is sung by TobyMac, it's called "City On Our Knees." One lyric is written like this: if you gotta start sometimes why not now. I always think this song has its own meaning; meaning that stays in your life no matter where you go, what you do. I was thinking while I listened to that song's lyrics. Things I've done, things I've done wrong, thing I've always hesitated. By the time I have figured something out, it's too late; times when I should not even think about it, whether it's important or something you need to finish later. The song "City On Our Knees" reminded me something tonight, something happened two weeks ago, when I was still working my butt off. Since you know one of my friends passed away two weeks ago. Maybe not, but it's all fine. You don't have to know everything about my life. Kartlyn, one of my few best friends, passed away from heart attack. That was heartbreaking for me, things I didn't expect to happen. Well, life is life, you cannot do anything about it unless you realize the importance of your life, and finally learn that life isn't always complicated. When someone is gone, everything seems to smash away, like poof. Kartlyn and I aren't only best friends, we are considered ourselves soulmates. We tell each other everything, we talk to each other when either one of us has something to say or something we need to talk about. We also talk to each other on the phone every night, as if we have many things to talk about, e.g., work, school, problem with parents, and etc. But now, I feel like I'm nobody, ever since Kartlyn'd passed away. Kartlyn is always there for me, supports me, gives me advices that nobody would never know how. I...keep thinking about Kartlyn...tears come out of my eyes....and is dripping down to my lips, bitter and sour.

-End of tonight.
10/19/09
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