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by Ngairini Pollett Aug 31, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / grieving, loss
There's nothing left to do and nothing left to say but why did she have to go it shouldn't be this way She was still so young with a life just like a slave for one last chance to see her smile my life I would've gave I'll always remember you and there's nothing I won’t miss I hope you hear me when I say I'll always love you sis