Wednesday, February 4, 2009
I will not forget you
all i hear is the soft hum of of the rosary, i block it out. i hold her cold deformed hand that is so soft. tears run down my face, as i kneel before this bed. i can hear her far apart raspy breaths. i feel the beads of the rosary in my other hand. by this point tears are flowing upon me. and she takes her last breath. . .
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that was seriousley intense you are really good at puting an image in my head, you should seriousely become an author something along those lines
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