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this is another addition to my book. i wrote it about zena the day she died. thank God brit was there for me. if you know what she meant to me then you know all that died of me that day. if not, maybe it can be comprehended in this. i never expectednever thought the day would comeso soon that i rejectedeverything i saw and heardi felt it creep inside me anddig deep beneath, like a birdsearching for a squiggly, wiggling wormi love you more thanyou know but i dont knowwhy it hurts so badit's the colour of pain sinking inpressing on beneath my skinbut tis is what brings me homesets me on fire when i'm alonebrings me peace and comfort that i knowwill make it all betterno matter how dampened my spirits growthe colour of pain will alwayslead me home