Maggie's gone Holy fuck she's gone. She's GONE. I could sit here in this seat for the rest of my life, I wouldn't mind it. I don't want to go out, I don't want to let myself get hurt again. I want her to grow old, and have her Crustie kids, and be the old lady with cheap makeup who talked to everybody she could see. I want her to just be there, when we go to PE, and ask how our weekend was. I want to talk with her about tattoes, and how pointless labels are. But those are things I can never have. I guess she died helping her friends off the tracks, that would soo be Maggie. She was incapable of not caring, she loved everybody, and people reciprocated that. I'd like to believe its not real, but we went down to the tracks, we saw the candles, we saw the blood and everything. She's just not here anymore. We felt a Train go by...I listened to the tracks scream at me, and I wanted to scream back, ask why it had to be her. RIP Maggie Hienkel 3-12-04