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Sep 2013
Who am I to judge,
When I die, 
Whether I'm young or old,
When my soul goes up to heaven,
I hope the things I did will be remembered. 

Although it's only been fifteen years,
As if it's been a thousand, 
Because a lot of things have happened,
Though I can't remember all of it,
I live contented.
Its that dash that matters.
Marie Ellen Grace
Written by
Marie Ellen Grace  The Philippines
(The Philippines)   
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