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Jul 29
These words are for my grandchildren to read when I’m gone.
May they find in them a trace of who I was,
a glimpse of the battles I fought quietly,
the love I carried deeply,
and the truths I dared to speak.
If nothing else, let these words remind them:
I lived, I felt, and I left something behind that still breathes.
Written by
Marwan Baytie  55/M/Australia
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