when i., by eleanor maslen
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When i leave this land and pass into the next, do not cry
for me, your tears connot return me to my living state. Do
not blame youself for the life that has been lost. Instead
remember me. Smile, do not greive, for i am in a better
place, a calmer place, a safer place. Do not stand at my
grave side and morn, i am not there. Do not carry me in your
breast pocket, nor talk about me to anyone who may listen.
Death does not end us, Unless we let it. |
Posted: 2011-09-29 12:06:06 UTC |
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