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Green was his favorite color. He hated spinach. It was funny, the face he made when he had to eat it if he wanted ice cream after dinner. He loved Clifford the Big Red Dog. He wanted a dog just like him. He was a very sweet boy, one that everyone loved. I loved him the most. He was my son. I stood over his casket and my tears dropped on his face. I almost thought he would wipe them away for me, "Don't cry, mommy. I love you." It wasn't his time. He was 4. You took him away from me. I want him back. Give him back to me. Please?
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Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
4.3.17
Green was his favorite color. He hated spinach. It was funny, the face he made when he had to eat it if he wanted ice cream after dinner. He loved Clifford the Big Red Dog. He wanted a dog just like him. He was a very sweet boy, one that everyone loved. I loved him the most. He was my son. I stood over his casket and my tears dropped on his face. I almost thought he would wipe them away for me, "Don't cry, mommy. I love you." It wasn't his time. He was 4. You took him away from me. I want him back. Give him back to me. Please?
kinda didn't know what to do with this, i had it in my book of poems and I wanted to finish it. I have a story behind it, I don't know if I want to tell it though.
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KeeKee
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KeeKee
26/F
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 1:12 PM UTC
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