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i want t live in your eyes, die in your arms and be buried in your heart
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i am who i am
I BALL
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Tuesday, May 29, 2007

Amazing, how things could just change overnight.



Stubborn, fierce, easily aggravated. These were the traits she portrayed. She just didn't want t look vulnerable in fronta anyone.
Even when she lay there, she told everyone she had felt much better. In fact, the pain was killing her on the inside.
Just a few moments later, who knew her condition would deteriorate so quickly. No one expected it would come so soon. All too soon.
When she was wheeled down, I could tell she was very much reluctant, afraid. Afraid she'd never see us again.
And true, she didn't.
Heartbeat stopped for a few seconds but she was revived.
Later, everyone was called in.
Everyone could only stand by her, watch her battle her pain as we started t lose her gradually. She had a heavy price t pay for every single breath she took.
She knew everyone was there, but she just couldn't open her eyes t take her every last look at all of us.
Before she was taken away, she teared, almost as if t say, '' I can't bear t part with ya'll ''
Then, the heart rate read '' 0-------------------- ''
Heartwrenching t look at her, motionless.
She still looked pretty on her deathbed.



Devastating,
but when it's time, you've just gotta let go.
I really regret not doing what I ought t do for her, not being able t be patient and listen t her every word.
She had always been there for me, and would always gladly help me in times of need.
Who can I turn t now that you're gone?
People just won't treasure their everything unless we really lose em'.
How true, so very true.
Now all I can do is reminisce about the moments we had spent together.




Although you won't be able t see this, but still,
You've come this far with us,
for now,
please take care of yourself on your next journey ahead.
Nevertheless, thank you for all that you've done for all of us.
You still live, here <3
Love, always.


& I miss her already..


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