joshua

[yourliesarecuts]

More often than not, I miss him more. MAy 14th is the day he died. I still cry when I think about him. I miss his smile, I miss his laugh, I miss his warmth and his hugs. I miss our talks. I miss his poems, I miss him

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[licquorish]

wow i really thought it said you missed his penis, instead of poems... wow.