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After I’m dead, after I’m long gone, after most that I knew have forgotten or have become ashes in the dust, I want you to remember the poem you find the day I died. The poem that read:
“ No matter how long or short I lived,
no matter what I did,
you were most important to me.
You were most important to me because you were my family.
No matter how long or short I knew you, know this:
I cared for you.
And you are someone I will forever miss.




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ZAVERY said...
Apr. 8, 2010 at 5:58 pm:
I love this piece! So passionate and true from the heart!
 
astheworldturns replied...
Apr. 9, 2010 at 5:48 pm :
Thank you so much! It means a lot.
 
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