[my music: Brand New ~ Seventy Times 7]
I am so tired.
I don't want to cry anymore. I don't want to feel alone.
I miss your voices and your accents, and the jokes, and the family. I miss the touch. I miss the hugs and the kisses and the dinners. I hate that my children will never meet either of you. I hate the fact that neither of you will be at my wedding. I really wish you could be at my wedding. I'm going to miss you at my birthday. My birthday will never be the same again. I won't ever get another card signed Titi Evelyn and Uncle John. I won't ever get another card in the mail postmarked Miami, Florida. I never want to go to Florida again. I hate that state. I hate the day you left. I am going to miss the palm trees and the pool where we swam with the boys. I miss how cute you were when you were pregnant with Dylan. I don't want to believe that you're gone.
I didn't lose either of you. You were taken. I want you back.
This is my grey cloud... where's the silver? I just can't find it.
I am so tired.
I don't want to cry anymore. I don't want to feel alone.
I miss your voices and your accents, and the jokes, and the family. I miss the touch. I miss the hugs and the kisses and the dinners. I hate that my children will never meet either of you. I hate the fact that neither of you will be at my wedding. I really wish you could be at my wedding. I'm going to miss you at my birthday. My birthday will never be the same again. I won't ever get another card signed Titi Evelyn and Uncle John. I won't ever get another card in the mail postmarked Miami, Florida. I never want to go to Florida again. I hate that state. I hate the day you left. I am going to miss the palm trees and the pool where we swam with the boys. I miss how cute you were when you were pregnant with Dylan. I don't want to believe that you're gone.
I didn't lose either of you. You were taken. I want you back.
This is my grey cloud... where's the silver? I just can't find it.
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