The story of my life

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The story of my life,
Begins and ends with you
That day I started living
That start of something new.

Didn't think you'd end this feeling
Didn't think you'd set me free
In the power of all I'm feeling
I’m not wanting to be me.

So when your life is over
Even when it’s not too clear
to think I made some difference to you-
remember I was here.
You are
the story of my life.

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daisychain said…
this poem is lovely....made me cry!! xxxxx
5 October 2008 at 12:40
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