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by fran Apr 20, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
To see you ill is what i dread, in a few months you will be dead, I take back all the bad things i have said, i just want to lie next to you in bed. Your illness is a nasty thing, but sunshine in my life you bring, you used to love to dance and sing, my love for you Will always cling. i will miss you when your gone, and i will take care of your son, you wont see the adults that we'll become, goodbye from me and your son.