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You know for awhile I was the same thing about being alone, I didn't stay in the house all the time, but the thing was i did not want to be at the house if it was going to be just me. On my way home from work I would call the house just to make sure someone was there, and if they were not, then I would go to where there were people.
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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 sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn's rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry; I am not there, I did not die. R.I.P. Bandit 7-12-08 I love you I miss you.
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