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| Thursday, August 09, 2007 |
My grandad left us to a far far away.
From there,
he'll be free from suffering,
from needles all over his hands,
from bacteria attacks,
from breathing through the mask,
from eating through tubes,
from growing thin till bones was all I see,
from lying down all day at the hospital bed.
I'll miss you grandad,
hope things will be better for you in another world.
If fate allows,
perhaps next future you'll be someone dear to me again.
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| 7:02 PM |
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