I miss you.

I still cry.

There will never be something big enough to fill the hole you left behind.

I think of you.

It still means as little as it did before, but now you’re gone.

I remember listening to you when I was so young.

If only I’d known.

I would have tried to stop you.

Much like I tried to stop him.

But, he was fine

And you’re gone

And I still think of you

I miss you

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