She want to see my daddy smile lovingly, she miss the times of having his time only. The thought of seeing you again sounds like a dream daddy i miss you more than anything. She miss my brothers, hearing they're sweet voice. how sweet it would be to have my brothe rs around again. How it hurts, bittersweet. How great it could be to see my sister again kickback, hang, and chill and finally reminisce. She miss the phone calls every night that lasted for hours. She miss the love so much, she want our bond back. Her mother how are you? She haven't seen you in so long. most of my memories are faded. And she numb by the pain. The emptiness is so strong. the Lord bless her to have a sister and brothers. We need our family back again.
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love_supreme says: I feel you on this one. Excellent write. |
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