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i wrote this poem to remind the rowlett high school debate team what we lost track of and to keep it from happening again 2106 2106… 2106… 21… 06… 2 1 0 6 That number means a lot to me It’s not just a number It’s a place A place where I feel accepted A place where I feel alive A place where every mistake can be fixed A place where hard work is recognized It is my happy place Not mine but for everyone who knew the on person who made it special She was the nicest person in the world Sweeter than a sugar-coated, rainbow flavored gummy drop She loved everyone Even the pessimistic emo kid who cussed during an impromptu speech and broke the rules on a daily basis And then she was taken away For reasons I don’t even know When I heard the news It was like tasting a poopie flavored lollipop On the outside I seemed to be unshaken But on the inside I was crying a river of teardrop tattoos and blood stained wrists 2106 became a curse that day It was toxified with the strongest poison Hell had to offer The mood of the room changed The love was gone I felt rejected The warmth faded and the air became ice And it was on this day I learned “Nothing gold can stay” Spikes made it special Spikes put the love in it Spikes was 2106 And now we, her children, are torn apart Spikes… We miss you… We need you… We love you… lerminator · Sun Feb 03, 2008 @ 05:05am · 0 Comments


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