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Bethany Campbell Jun 2014
Sitting here alone like this,
Beneath the morning sky.
The sun gives me a happy kiss,
I look up at it and sigh.
Our lovely earth is hard to diss,
Upon its grassy blanket, I lie.
To me this world brings total bliss,
Why would anyone want to die?
Sometimes I feel quite ******
That I didn't get to say goodbye,
But more than anger I do miss...
Miss him so much I start to cry.
I will forever be his little sis,
As I look up at Him and sigh.
Ressurecting this poem from a couple years ago.

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