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I miss you something terrible. I can't go ten minutes without thinking about you. Painfully perusing the Could've beens, would've beens, should've beens. You would have celebrated my adulthood at my bat mitzvah. You would have given me advice about high school and Navigating through love and the weird puzzle of self identity. You could have read my writing. You could have appreciated the way my taste has developed. We could have talked horror movies: Stephen King to Alfred Hitchcock I think I could have talked to you about anything. The way I feel vastly alone and empty Like I'll never truly love someone. Did you make me this way? My family compares us a lot. They don't compare you to anyone else. Just me. I miss you something terrible. You'll never see me graduate high school. Hell, you never saw me graduate middle school. You'll never help me pick out a college And then listen to me cry to you over the phone when I'm scared I won't make friends. You'll never see me get married To someone who I actually care about. My memories of you won't last forever. I miss you something terrible.
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
Something Terrible
I miss you something terrible. I can't go ten minutes without thinking about you. Painfully perusing the Could've beens, would've beens, should've beens. You would have celebrated my adulthood at my bat mitzvah. You would have given me advice about high school and Navigating through love and the weird puzzle of self identity. You could have read my writing. You could have appreciated the way my taste has developed. We could have talked horror movies: Stephen King to Alfred Hitchcock I think I could have talked to you about anything. The way I feel vastly alone and empty Like I'll never truly love someone. Did you make me this way? My family compares us a lot. They don't compare you to anyone else. Just me. I miss you something terrible. You'll never see me graduate high school. Hell, you never saw me graduate middle school. You'll never help me pick out a college And then listen to me cry to you over the phone when I'm scared I won't make friends. You'll never see me get married To someone who I actually care about. My memories of you won't last forever. I miss you something terrible.
#death#grief
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Mar 22, 2014
Mar 22, 2014 at 5:17 PM UTC
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