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by suzanne Apr 19, 2006 category : Friendship, family / goodbye
My Friend I think of many times a day. Every thing I do reminds me of him in some special way. My Friend isn't here here and I need him to be. Why did he have to go and desert me? My Friend was tired he had to leave. For my dear friend I will always grieve. My Friend is gone I watched him die. I held his hand and said goodbye.I'll Love You Always...My FriendI *I WROTE THIS RECENTLY FOR A FRIEND OF MINE THAT DIED OF CANCER*.
by suzanne
Thanks, it came from my broken heart.
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