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David

sit alone thinking back on the past few months all the people touching upon a soul all wanting to help guide but one asks for guidance someone to stand by through this journey end coming too soon life already being cut short there he lies shut away in a box no one can see no one else knows what he thought how he wished to be remembered his uncertainty hidden from them help me and I'll help you know these truths it is my gift one they'll never know

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 2/27/2009 6:44:00 PM
Wow, Nicole! Very poignant write. I like the reference regarding how the deceased wants to be remembered. When we die, all that remains is the impressions we've made on others. Excellent! Carolyn
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