I'm a god damn mess.
It's not your fault.
But now you're just a statistic,
striped of your joyful uniqueness.
And I wish you were still here.
Because we all miss you so much.
and it hurts...but you knew hurt, didn't you?
and I wish you had told me.
and I wish I had known.
But now you're my angel.
and how lucky am I that I
have you to look over me?
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