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should my soul decide to leave this body of mine please, stop all hospitals. prevent paramedics from waltzing in. kindly tell them i do not wish to be revived. don't allow any visitors just, call on my Mother. yes. simply, call on Her tell Her not to cry but hold my father's hand tell Her to love him again tell my Mother, never has Her daughter,   seen a man so strong, so broken. tell Her what she sees now, looking at this body,   is what i saw, in my father,   the day she left him. and every second of EVERYDAY after that. tell Her she ripped his heart out of his strong chest. left a dead man walking, should she weep with sadness or tremble with heartache call on my brothers, [Our Soldiers and entire army] tell them to hold Her           whisper how i carried Her       in my spirit, kissed Her           with every heartbeat given to me. tell Her my tongue would pray for her, my hands would soak up her tears, my nails attempted to claw away her pain tell Her my heart sang songs of thanks giving to her, what beautiful songs they'd sing. should my soul flee from this body, please, tell my Mother not to despair, tell Her, my spirit became the sky to watch over Her in every hour. tell Her,   the stars are part of me now all She has to do is look up.
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
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should my soul decide to leave this body of mine please, stop all hospitals. prevent paramedics from waltzing in. kindly tell them i do not wish to be revived. don't allow any visitors just, call on my Mother. yes. simply, call on Her tell Her not to cry but hold my father's hand tell Her to love him again tell my Mother, never has Her daughter,   seen a man so strong, so broken. tell Her what she sees now, looking at this body,   is what i saw, in my father,   the day she left him. and every second of EVERYDAY after that. tell Her she ripped his heart out of his strong chest. left a dead man walking, should she weep with sadness or tremble with heartache call on my brothers, [Our Soldiers and entire army] tell them to hold Her           whisper how i carried Her       in my spirit, kissed Her           with every heartbeat given to me. tell Her my tongue would pray for her, my hands would soak up her tears, my nails attempted to claw away her pain tell Her my heart sang songs of thanks giving to her, what beautiful songs they'd sing. should my soul flee from this body, please, tell my Mother not to despair, tell Her, my spirit became the sky to watch over Her in every hour. tell Her,   the stars are part of me now all She has to do is look up.
to my beloved Mother. you raised a warrior and for that, my life is dedicated to your protection.
bluple
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 9:31 AM UTC
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