Collin. Today was your funeral. It should have never happend. And god did it kill me to go. I'm sorry but I can't think abotu you. I don't want to hurt anymore. But I do. They started singing Amazing Grace. It was beautiful Collin. Just like you. A butterfly flew into the church. Fluttering around. Collin Collin It was you, I know it was you. We want you back so much Collin. What happens now? How do we go on? Collin
how am I never going to see you again? It's all so unreal. I want to wake up and see your smiling face again. Why is this not a nightmare? Come back Collin. Come back please...please...Collin.
I love you.
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This is about anything and everything that happens in my life and the world around me...except sometimes in poem form.
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