Time passes. Snow falls. I miss you.
Friday, February 8, 2008
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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
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2 comments:
This is the day my mother passed away, i think it fits well. thank you
It was cold outside today. And I was in the hospital visiting my dying grandfather. I decided to take a walk. This beautiful poem and picture was the first thing I thought about when it began to snow...
I knew I had to find it on here again.
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