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My Final Days
Contributed by
maryetta
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Wednesday, 26th November 2003 @ 03:11:31 AM in AEST
Topic:
Grief
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i lay here in my bed all alone
thoughts like a kalidascope in my brain
i see various visions in my mind
glimpses of things i once knew
is this my final days
my visions are good my visions are bad
i am young i am old i am middle age
some are sad some are happy
but all seem to be telling me something
is this my final days
i cant understand what im suppose to know
they keep repeating till i finally see
i cant convey what i see or know
they will have their own reconning
is this my final days
all this happen in life for a reason
lessons are learned or not we repeat
it is ours to do or not we have free choice
we choose not we will repeat until we learn
is this my final days
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maryetta
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2003-11-26 03:11:31]
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Re: My Final Days
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by Wrybod on
Saturday, 29th November 2003 @ 03:55:22 AM AEST
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I wish I could say something to cheer you up from this condition you describe so well.
Lessons are sometimes hard to learn, we all make the same mistakes many times.
But we all come to the same "end?" sooner or later. I like to believe it is not the end but who am I to interpret creation.
If it's any comfort, you are never alone.
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