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Jan 2015
Sometimes I wish you were looking down upon me
Sometimes I hope you can hear me
And see all of your friends and family
Missing you, remembering you
But I know that you cannot
For you are in a beautiful place
That knows no sorrow or sadness
A place that is not of this world
You are where you have always belonged
In a place where you deserve to be
A place full of happiness and peace
You know not of this earthly world
Full of sin, lies, and disorder
You're where there are golden streets
And pearly gates
With the beautiful sound of trumpets
And however much I wish you were here
Or could at least see me
It makes me happy that you've found your heaven
And the next time I look into your eyes
We will both have wings
in loving memory of my dear friend of 13 years, who died three years ago of a drug overdose
Written by
Emily  Austin
(Austin)   
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