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To The Dearly Departed...


I miss her more than anything on earth. If I saw her again my heart would rise. Her love means more to me than my self-worth, If only she’d bless me with a surprise. I know I’ll never see her in this life, but there is no chance that my hopes will fall. Her loss has caused me great amounts of strife, oh what I would do for a single call. I know that sometime I’ll need to let go, but my heart just simply will not comply. This experience gave me strength to grow, but I still desire one last goodbye. I know she’s in heaven, smiling down on me. She’s there, I just need to look up and see.
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