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November 2nd, 2009
Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the softly falling snow.
I am the gentle showers of rain.
I am the fields of ripening grain.
I am the morning hush.
I am the graceful rush
of beautiful birds in circling flight.
I am the star shine of the night.
I am the flowers that bloom.
I am in a quiet room.
I am the birds that sing.
I am in each lovely thing.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.
It is by Mary Frye
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Was it worth it? All the lies? Was it really worth it? Still want to tell me that I am not a necessity?
It all makes perfect sense now. I hope it made you happy and you got some secret perverse pleasure out of playing me .. Did you think I would never find out? In afterthought ...You just managed to drive me insane anyway. Be glad, be glad now. You got your wish. I am out of your life.