When I think about you, I'm filled with sorrow.
A year of suffering, missing, longing.
For one more day, one more moment. I wish for your face.
For a long time, there was a piece of me gone.
I wasn't who I was supposed to be.
After you left, a part of me died when you did.
Still there's not a day where you don't cross my mind.
Some moments, I wish that weren't true.
Forgetting would be the cure, but it's not the answer.
My best friend was ripped away from me.
And I can't breathe.
Yet time keeps moving.
And you aren't here.
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Isabella Walker
Just a girl looking to get her foot in the door... i'm trying my best :) so if you're reading this, thank you! Check out what I have going on for me with my work. It's a slow start but it's something...
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