She comes to me when I'm sleeping. Eyes closed and body calm. She comes to me in black and white and in slow motion. Looking over the edge of something, into nothing, and smiling. I grab her and hold her, like the world is about to end.
I miss her, but I never want to see her again...
It's ok to miss her.
Especially since she has to be gone for me to miss her.
I will always, allways miss her.
10:19 a.m. - 2013-12-01
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