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By <font color="purple">so_close_but_yet<font color="yellow">so_far

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?"

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September 20, 2005 22:30Finding 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.

October 1, 2005 18:58so_close_but_yetso_far

Much appreciated, I like yr work 2

October 26, 2005 15:47Ananya

sweet and simple
and oh so perfected
and effective
x

November 25, 2005 05:45love nothing >>--

omg thats....i dunno what to say but it almost sounds familiar...really good...sad...

November 27, 2005 21:10Lovesick and Sick of It

Wow..... that's really good. And it's sad. I'm so sorry