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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