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I miss you

The last time I saw you your face was so pale. Death reaked from your body we all could tell. It was the last day I would ever see you and you spoke not a word. For the coma you were in left us hanging. You could not speak or see. But that did not matter to us for we knew you could hear. We said our good-byes for that I thank the lord. But now as I go to your grave I just want you back. I look at the newly planted grass. All green and envious but all i know is i want you back. Oh the things we used to do the joy you used to bring. Now only sadness and depression is left from the place you once were. Not a day goes bye where i dont miss you. You were a mother to me just only grander. Sometimes i wonder if i was better off with you in heaven then down here on earth.

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