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Life and Death of Leticia


Death is but once, a journey of lavishness On Earth it leaves a linger of sadness, but in the realm of paradise nothing but gladness. It starts as a dream seeming as reality, driving the care-free into insanity. The more I have to say about this situation is not a life left, but more of a migration. At first you will leave hearts in a tinge and nothing on heart but a burning singe. Memories will collide with fear while the lather of people start to care. Everything has a reason Leticia's in paradise just easing. For as though death is the end, your legacy will be only the beginning and God sent. Tears fall from many eyes filling puddles up while collecting tithes. Memories through the joy of life were made. After life they will never fade. I will forever love you with a place for you in my soul. Death is just a part it's not the whole. On Earth you were an angel what says you won't send us a signal Of bonding riddled with emotion, your eternity in heaven is now full with commotion For a Brazilian Princess God could not wait to have. All I can do is sit, reminisce, smile, and laugh. Your destiny was already fulfilled when you were born. In your words, Life is too short, don't do something that will leave you torn Blessed be the car you were in as it tumbled the ground It was not only a journey home t'was a journey sky bound. One day we'll all live together in the Olympus of immortality. Everything you stood for will roam for all eternity. Still I will miss those rides on the big yellow bus. You didn't leave in vain, you left for us, because you were a lesson, but a the same time a grateful blessing. I remember calling you "Carmo the Lettuce", your life , beliefs, and heart I will never forget this. Lidiane has all of our strength and energy, you didn't deserve to die this way that's what they're telling me. It's not a matter of deserving or not cause unlike us on Earth, in Heaven you're not a robot. What I would give to see your eyes mixed with your blush. On the Contrary I would love to look up and you upon us. By: Adrian McHargh
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