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  • I keep thinking this is a dream
    Like I'm in another dimension
    No, more like a nightmare
    A cruel trick from my imagination
    My greatest fear come true
    From the depths of my subconscious
    Horrifying, like a demon
    Coming to haunt us
    This doesn't effect just me
    There are greater repercussions
    We all find ways to blame ourselves
    From "What if's" to silly superstitions
    Tragedies like this only belong
    On the stage or on the screen
    You were the hero from
    All of our dreams
    Now that you're gone I find myself wondering
    What keeps me strong?
    What keeps me here?
    What keeps me moving along?
    Like I said it feels like
    I'm in another time and another place
    Ugh... what I wouldn't give for just one more
    Chance to touch your face
    But I've had a revelation
    To answer all of my previous questions
    So listen carefully
    If you'd all be so nice
    It's the promise that I'll see you
    Someday in paradise

    I wrote this poem a month after one of my best friend's passed away. His name was Casey Zimiga and he was an amazing human being. He was an aspiring actor, always able to make us laugh. He brought a smile to everyone's face. One day he and some friends were on their way to a movie. On the reservation the nearest movie theater is 55 miles away. They were on an unpaved road and hit a pothole. They lost control of the car and, long sad story short, Casey didn't make it. He was 18 years old, less than a year out of high school. A couple of weeks after he passed away, rumors started making their rounds saying that everyone involved in the accident was intoxicated. That they were going to get more alcohol. This was so hurtful because Casey never drank alcohol his entire life. He was about changing stereotypes, not enforcing them.

    Missing you every day Casey Case Love you long time.
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