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Casket Doors.

I can`t describe what I feel, when some speak of you. I just keep thinking, that this all can`t be real. I always attended other funerals never thinking that I would be attending yours. I still remember your perfect smile while they were closing the casket doors. I wish this would of never happen. I wish death just wasn`t real,but only an illusion,with grief that you coulden`t feel, but we all must play the cards that we`ve been dealt. Though we wish we woulden`t feel these feelings that others we`ve seen have felt. Something like this is so hard to face,and would be impossible without gods grace.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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