gone with the wind.
She was full of beauty and grace, scared of life, unable to learn the shame of her illness, she kept to herself.Longing for help with nowhere to turn,an endless journey into blackness.She took the hard way out,deep is my sadnesss.I hope to god she didn"t suffer.I bet she is somewhere with god watching us and laughing at our sad,sad song, for she learned the hard way.It brought her down. If only someone could have helped her, she would still be around to see her kids flourish and not go abroad. I will always remember you. you are my friend.
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