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by Helene Totilo Jun 16, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
We often had our little spats "you'll miss me when I'm gone" you said I used to laugh and say that I'll go first. But when you died how I cried your words still haunting me, Yes I miss you and I always will wishing that my heart stand still. I'd climb the highest mountain, I'd swim the ocean deep and walk around the world if that would bring you back. But all I can do is hope and pray that I will follow you one day to lose the echo in my mind singing like a song "You'll miss me when I'm gone".