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December the 8th

I used to have an eerie feeling Of a certain date Never knowing Why I felt that way I had even said There was something About it But I could never Wrap my head around it. Such a curious thing to wonder Why a date in your head Would be stuck on For you to ponder But I realized I'd come to hate That date Later in my life When you met your fate You were taken from me On December The 8th Is it a coincidence Or a prediction Of fate? Oh how... How much I hate The date Of December... December The 8th.

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Date: 7/31/2013 7:37:00 AM
I have a few dates that come to mind with the end result being of slightly similar fashion. I believe these feelings occur to us as a test. Never forgetting how we felt that day, but turning it into a reminder how far we've come since then. Maybe it's just me...great piece!
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Karissa Kelley
Date: 7/31/2013 11:06:00 AM
I know exactly how that feels! I've always had a connection with that date for years, and it turned out to be the date that my son had passed and it always made me wonder of their could be more to it. Thank you for reading and the compliment!