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by Four Letter Lie May 18, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I grew with you in my life, Never quite realising how valuable you were. But now your dying, I realise how hard it will be with you not here. I want to see you again, But you're so far away. You're slipping from my reach, Farther away everyday. Though we had our differences, We always got along. I love you, dear uncle, I don't know where you life went wrong. The road to recovery may be hard, But we'll make it there. Our family will stick together, Even if you feel death is near