Here I am. Tired and weak. Resting in your arms. Trying to speak. You tell me to save my words. Save my strength. Save it for a later date. Here I am. Tired and weak. Resting in your arms. For one last time. You tell me that you love me. Beging me not to go. But you know I have to. Here I am. Tired and weak. Resting in your arms. You know I am going. I have to go now. You run your fingers threw my hair. Now I take my last breath. November 17, 2000 Crystal Elizabeth
Reason for writing:
Just thoughts of how I would like to go. Someone that I love holding me so close to them.
Birth sign: Capricorn
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