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My Eulogy

Desarae will always be remembered as one who wanted to do lot in life but dying a horrible death at the age of sixteen she wont know what she’s capable because she didn’t live life to its fullest. Desarae was always fun to be around the things she would say was always humorous. She always made her parents proud by working hard in her classes in school and she worked almost everyday. Desarae loved to write what she was always thinking with in her poetry, she lived to write her dreams, love for others.  Enclosed one of her writings called

My Heart

I was born to speak with a mind that had a leak pouring from the depths of my heart you feeling me is like a life of helpless being, seeing beyond what’s really there but I do not dare speak of the leak that really isn't there I know no one who has a care and everyone thinks I'm being sincere but I am not
I can remember from way back when I was tot I was just lots of trouble, I sit there and just stair back into my life and think about how everyone uses me as there little sweetheart
I feel like my life is my everything my art, my motivation, and inspiration






Her tombstone:

                Desarae Simpson
                Born: July 2,1989
Died: I never know but it could come sooner than I know..
             Here her soul will lie

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Written May 8th, 2006

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  • Dloz88
    May 9, 2006
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    Kill

    Wicked poem des, I couldn't even fathom my Eulogy, not enought words to put in a description

  • Jake Wesley
    May 8, 2006
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    5 stars

    What?! you're not dying!!!!! good poem; but still!!!!

  • MichelleLynn
    May 8, 2006
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    u are not dying! i need u! u help me! im locked up! u needa be here for me like i am for you! dont do this to me! i love u dezi... im crying now...
    i g2g..
    ~Cuts to see blood~
    Shellie