You aren't here with us to pass around your stories, So we speak to each other as if you are dead. You'll never know the impact you had upon us, And it hurts to believe we'll never see you again.
You aren't here with us to pass around your stories, So we speak to each other as if you are dead. You'll never know the impact you had upon us, And it hurts to believe we'll never see you again.
Anonymously Hal 
Sometimes absence can be more difficult to accept than death and this poem captures that perfectly. 👍😊
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Exactly. You said it perfectly.
Thank you ❤️
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🖤🖤🖤
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