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tears run down my cheeks,
as I sit silently,
staring at his face,
so lifeless,
so grim,
but yet so proud,
he loved us so much.
my sister comes to see me,
and in her 4 yr innocence,
she says,
"when's daddy waking up?" |
| Posted: 2005-09-18 12:04:20 UTC |
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| 2005-09-20 22:30:20 | Finding Myself♥♥ |
| i like this. i know how you must feel. my grandpa died when i was seven and my sister was only five. it's hard to get over a loved one's death. i really like this though. many people can't understand the feeling you get when someone dies, this gives them a little taste. |
| 2005-10-26 15:47:33 | Ananya |
| sweet and simple
and oh so perfected
and effective
x |
| 2005-11-25 05:45:39 | love nothing >>-- |
| omg thats....i dunno what to say but it almost sounds familiar...really good...sad... |