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Her cold blue eyes stare at the sky.

The dark stormy sky.

She's dressed in black.

As she lays there, lifeless.

Her body is pale and still.

As I just tare, my eyes tearing.

They closed her eyes, as she slept forever.
I didn't understand then.

I thought she'd wake up.

But she won't. She never will.

As my mother is somewhere else,

her blonde hair free, her smile wide.

My mother is happy.

At least I hope she is. 

Princess Diana - Will's P.O.V.


By Stacey

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