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| Lord, I pray & ask that you remind me of your love.
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| It took 3 and a half years to realize that I am a penniless writer.
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| Dear Frances,
I just want to let you know that even though you're not here with us now, your memories are here, living in us. We will never forget your face; just remembering your smile now just brings sunshine to my mind. I can't say I understand why this had to happen but only God knows why He wanted you back with Him so soon. I regretfully missed the chance to know you better; I always did but now I'll never know. Your Brothers & Sisters at EPIC, your sorority girls and your family all miss you terribly. But we won't dwell on the sorrows of your passing, instead, we will remember your beautiful, genuine, curious and honest personality that we will forever remember you by. We'll see you one day soon. We love you.
<3 R
In Loving Memory of Frances Chang
April 20, 1986 - November 10, 2008
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Poem dedicated to Miss Frances Chang
Miss Bright Eyes 11.12.08
How is it
That you are more alive to me
Than you are dead.
Miss bright eyes with a twinkle
in your smile,
Memories of you
Living in my head.
I didn’t know you long enough
To make late night phone calls,
To talk about friends,
To laugh about boys,
To cry about breakups,
To vent about parents,
To rant about school,
But the first time I met you
I hoped for the day,
The day I would call you
My close friend.
What I wonder now,
The last thoughts that
Ran through your mind:
My life is not worth living
I feel so alone
I am tired
So tired of
Searching for life’s meaning I cannot define
Were those your last thoughts
Before you took those pills;
Yes, those pills that were
Supposed to be your cure for the
void that carved away at your soul.
Chills me to think you
thought you were
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| It's a hazy memory--only 3 days old. We had been living underneath
the same roof for 5 months and she had the nerve to stab me, right in
the back. She didn't, literally I mean, she was too good for that; she
hired men to deliver the hit. It was a late afternoon at a little
Italian restaurant and right before lunch came, tables were tossed,
flipped on their backsides while gunshots created blossom patterns
through the red-white checkered tablecloths. Looking back, I don't know
how I escaped with my life intact.
Fast forward the track and I'm back at the unit. I've been
assigned, undercover, to lure the petty criminal out of a convenience
store. I'm not officially part of the force yet, but this may be my big
break. The plan was to fool the dirt bag straight to the cops on my
team behind the corner of 9th street.
He was frantic. Pacing nervously, eyes darting searching for
the green four letter word that meant more than anything that moment:
EXIT. Acting causally, sauntering toward him, I asked if he had seen
better days.
"I'd love to chat, but unfortunately, I'm on the run."
"On the run? I'm no stranger to running. If you want, I can help you."
He
stopped searching, cocked his head, looked at me suspiciously for a
split second before perking his ears; we both caught the sound of
sirens.
All chivalry ceased; He grabbed my arm and demanded safety.
"Follow me!" I swiftly yelled.
Without a moment's hesitation, I led the way, through the back door, and appeared in the street alley.
Right, left; I chose left and we both ran for it.
But, as luck would have it, I lead us to the wrong end of the street.
"Hey," he said, after catching our breaths and hearing the sirens drown
farther out, "Thanks for helping me out; I appreciate it."
Damn it! I cursed in my head. I didn't mean to actually help him get away! He started to walk away but, thinking quickly, I began making light conversation to stall him.
"Hey, I just helped you run away from who knows what and you're
just gonna walk away like that? Can't even give me a name something?
Not even let me know what you do for a living?"
Swiveling around, he walked in my direction; he cocked his head in the same manner but this time, he returned a greedy grin.
"You want to know what I do?" he said as he clutched my arm
with a death grip with his one hand and tugged at my shirt with his
other.
My mind completely lost its capabilities to form words. I
had just "saved" this guy's ass and this is how he was going to repay
me?
I threw his hands away from me, but he kept coming. Adrenaline,
instincts, and rage kicked in faster than I know because I've just
knocked him flat to the ground. Before he even has the chance to get
off the ground, my feet were pushed against his throat while I pulled
his hands to get a better strangle.
He struggled.
He chokes.
He's red in the face but it's not long before I leave him for dead.
Shortly after, the cops arrive .
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| I don't like to be forced to do anything.
Especially when I liked it in the beginning and then school sucked the fun out of it.
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