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Monday, August 22, 2011


As I sit and exist
The ones that are gone are truly missed
I’m doing the best that I can
Hurting, crying, flying in my space
I feel their calming presence
I miss you aunt Angie
Do you see
Do you feel
Do you care
The way I do
My heart hurts deeply
Death comes creeping
Whenever it feels like ruining some perfect persons day
Writing, just letting it out
I care about all of you
I do, I promise

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