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When I come to the end of the road and the sun has set for me, I want no rites in a gloom filled room, why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little -- but not too long, and not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that we once shared. Miss me -- but let me go. For this is a journey that we must all must take, and each must go alone. It's all part of the master plan, a step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick of heart, go to the friends we know. And bury your sorrow in doing good deeds. Miss me -- but let me go... Sincerely, Todd Sayre UnderSiege69 "For the imagination of man's heart is evil from his youth" ~Genesis~ 
In memory of the victims of Columbine High School. In memory of the victims of the Oklahoma City Bombing. In memory of the victims of Those who have died from abuse. 
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