Riverside Nightmare
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My friend drowned in the river and all I could have done was sit and watch. I still hear her screams. The ones haunting my dreams asking me why I didn't help. I couldn't have. Or could've I? I miss you. Emry Elizabeth James, I miss you, but not enough for you to haunt my dreams. Make the screaming stop. Make it stop. Just make it all go away...
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