this is not okay
it’s ridiculous how many memories this brings back
of my mom, and growing up.
why
did he have to die
so
young
and why
did i have to find out that way
and why
did it happen today
and why
are teenagers
so
reckless
and why
did i not get to
say
goodbye
…
i like how by accident i keep posting things i meant to post on my other blog.. that no one i know knows about, on this one.
it’s nice.
home
i want it
i need it
i’m dying here
i just need to be there
everything might be okay.
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