Our talks

by Olivia   Jun 26, 2018


Our talks ment everything to me...
We didn't have them very offten but I talked to you all night,
I know you know this but I will tell you again and again,
till' I am tired of telling you witch will be never.
I miss you and I love you,
I hope and prey that you are in heaven waiting for me and your family.
It hurt to see you in the casket.
It hurt to see your mom cry and it hurt to
know your brother seen you and gave you mouth to mouth
even through you were already gone.
He will miss looking up to you and he will miss playing games inside and out.
But most of all he will miss you...

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