( Not in the mood for
pretty ) I
miss you, I look at your photographs. The memories come back to
life. It hurts, to see your smile. There was never a day you
didn't smile. I miss you. One of those nights, I listen to
songs. They drift memories kept far away, towards me again. Slowly
I melt them out through my tears.. Hard to believe, you'd be
turning fourteen, never seen you become a teenager. Never seen you
have your first crush, kiss or love. You died young, but not
painfully. That I am grateful.
Two years ago, my twelve year old cousin... Died of cough medicine
overdose. It was accidental, possibly preventable. But, undeniable.
The result fetal. Ungrown child, grown too fast. Died to young. She
did good, to take care of her younger and older siblings. To die,
so young. Without living. What a waste. What a sin. To be missed
and love by many. Our beautiful Mi'kmaq Princess laid to rest,
to watch over us. To live through us. I miss you babygirl, rest in
paradise. See you again, promise. - Ryan.
( Not in the mood for pretty ) I miss you, I look at your photographs.
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