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Too Little, Too Late

The question is always...Why? Anytime a loved one must die. Why do they have to go? Thats all I really want to know. It all seems so unfair, losing them is almost too much to bear. The After Life is pondered by many human beings. After Death is a very mysterious thing. Some think we all just sleep. I do not know, I only weep. It is all so sad...so sad. To set and think of what we once had. They say "you never know what you got until it is gone for good" Then you think of all you'd do if only you could. If I were to have just 1 more chance, this would be my Vow, To show my love, to make them happy any way I knew how. If you Care, show it. Don't wait! Or else you could find that its too little, to late.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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