we rode to my old house in my stepdad's ridiculous 4-door truck. i held her ashes in my lap, one hand on my mother's shoulder. we shared stories about missy, my fake laughter seemed so loud in my attempt to be strong for my mom. i could see your crushed bones in the ash, it was enough to make me nauseous. i let you go, the wind took you. i love you
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"there's nothing like death to make you want to believe in heaven." too fucking true. love you, girl.
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im really sorry you lost your buddy
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