Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. I am the sun on mornings hush, I am the swift uplifting rush. Of quiet birds in circling flight, I am the soft starlight at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die. ~Anonymous
So capable of love, yeah! Too scared to open up and just wanna be accepted, but can’t show that you care, creating problems daily, no wonder some go crazy, so special and so gifted, most don’t know it’s there! ~Jem, Down to Earth
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