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My dying wish is
to see the whole world myself.
Cherish the beautiful scenery and
never let go.
Only I can't believe
it's possible though.
My hidden secrets
should not be
just picked up off the shelf.
They shall die with me.
If there are still unanswered questions.
left behind situations,
let them be.
The photographs,
taken by your mind,
show how much I loved you,
and will always be remembered
by your heart too.
When I become an angel,
then I will be able
to come back and prove
my promises are true.
My dying wish is for you
to sing the most beautiful song.
Then that way when I'm gone,
you can hear me,
It's me listening and singing along...
Jessica Garcia
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