July 28, 2009
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Here i stand,your picture is tightly gripped by my hand, Here come the tears,sliding down my cheeks,its a Friday, a cold end of the week. Your steps away from me are like a knife going through my chest, you were and still are the very best. Your in my heart forever no matter what you do, i swear ill never stop loving you.

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