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I never said...
\"Why.....Why Why Why....Why did you have to take him away from me...\"
Take who?
\" I met him there, on the stage. We were building the set for our Drama play. He was old, but he didnt look over 40. He smiled at me and with a swing, threw me a pink cord and told me to dill....Why...Why did you take him away from me..\"
Take who?
\" My teacher and I, had a blast buliding the pillers and steps. But him, he had fun making fun of me, cause I could not push in a screw. I screamed and yelled, but the screw wouldn\'t go in, in till he came over and helped out...Why..Why did you take him...\"
Take him where?
\" At last, after so many weeks of hard work our set was done. Our play would go on with a smash...But him...My friend...Grew tired and sat himself down. My teacher and I, didnt worry as much. The flu was going around and it already had us. But as the days went by, He never showed up. To he white building of the hosptail he went. With lack of food he refuse to eat. My teacher grived, I started to worry. But he would get better right.....But why...Why did you take him away from me..\"
Take him where?
\"Days past and we saw him again; he came just to watch me and my friends pull down the set. But with a corbar I hurt myself and bled. He came and helped me, like a farther would. Washed it, placed oatiment on it and covered it with a bandaid. How happy I was, to know he was alright....But....\"
But....?
\"Winter break came along, and for weeks I have not heard. Tht he went back to he white building. Thinner then before.... I come back to my class, and my teacher takes my hand. and tells me he\'s in the white building, thin as a stick, weak as a child. \'Write him a letter\' She smiled, \'That\'ll make him feel better, he thinks about you alot you know.\' Thats it! I\'ll write him a letter! That should make him smile like he did with me, while we were building a door. So that night, I wrote as best as I can, wrote ideas for the next set we were to build, jokes about the time I got sick on X-mass. This sould make him feel better. This shold keep him....\"
Alive....?
\"The next day I rush to my class, with my letter in hand. To give it to my teacher, so she can read it to him.... But as I entered, with other students around me. She was at her desk, fixing the blue prints slowly. I rush over with a smile,\' I finished it like I said!\' I laugh, and handed it over. But she looked up to me. and with those red eyes, she took my hands, and with a sobbing voice she said,\" Honey.....Nicolas passed away last night.\" Nikki.... The ground shattered, my heart stopped. She squeezed my hands as I fell to my knees to sit. And with a gasp, she hugged me close as i wept. covering my face I wept. with a trimbling form I wept...With the falling letter, I wept.....\"
He never got to read your letter..
\" In my teachers arms, we wept....\"
He never got to smile for you...
\" In my shocken state, I wept.\"
He never got to pat your head...
\" In the classroom, I wept........\'I.....never got to say good-bye.\'
Take who?
\" I met him there, on the stage. We were building the set for our Drama play. He was old, but he didnt look over 40. He smiled at me and with a swing, threw me a pink cord and told me to dill....Why...Why did you take him away from me..\"
Take who?
\" My teacher and I, had a blast buliding the pillers and steps. But him, he had fun making fun of me, cause I could not push in a screw. I screamed and yelled, but the screw wouldn\'t go in, in till he came over and helped out...Why..Why did you take him...\"
Take him where?
\" At last, after so many weeks of hard work our set was done. Our play would go on with a smash...But him...My friend...Grew tired and sat himself down. My teacher and I, didnt worry as much. The flu was going around and it already had us. But as the days went by, He never showed up. To he white building of the hosptail he went. With lack of food he refuse to eat. My teacher grived, I started to worry. But he would get better right.....But why...Why did you take him away from me..\"
Take him where?
\"Days past and we saw him again; he came just to watch me and my friends pull down the set. But with a corbar I hurt myself and bled. He came and helped me, like a farther would. Washed it, placed oatiment on it and covered it with a bandaid. How happy I was, to know he was alright....But....\"
But....?
\"Winter break came along, and for weeks I have not heard. Tht he went back to he white building. Thinner then before.... I come back to my class, and my teacher takes my hand. and tells me he\'s in the white building, thin as a stick, weak as a child. \'Write him a letter\' She smiled, \'That\'ll make him feel better, he thinks about you alot you know.\' Thats it! I\'ll write him a letter! That should make him smile like he did with me, while we were building a door. So that night, I wrote as best as I can, wrote ideas for the next set we were to build, jokes about the time I got sick on X-mass. This sould make him feel better. This shold keep him....\"
Alive....?
\"The next day I rush to my class, with my letter in hand. To give it to my teacher, so she can read it to him.... But as I entered, with other students around me. She was at her desk, fixing the blue prints slowly. I rush over with a smile,\' I finished it like I said!\' I laugh, and handed it over. But she looked up to me. and with those red eyes, she took my hands, and with a sobbing voice she said,\" Honey.....Nicolas passed away last night.\" Nikki.... The ground shattered, my heart stopped. She squeezed my hands as I fell to my knees to sit. And with a gasp, she hugged me close as i wept. covering my face I wept. with a trimbling form I wept...With the falling letter, I wept.....\"
He never got to read your letter..
\" In my teachers arms, we wept....\"
He never got to smile for you...
\" In my shocken state, I wept.\"
He never got to pat your head...
\" In the classroom, I wept........\'I.....never got to say good-bye.\'