The idea is sinking in, and it freaks me out.
How can I live after you!? Who will I tell my daily stories, who will listen to my vents?
Who shall I say their jokes after them?
You're leaving me with memories. And I need more. I need more of you. Of your support and love and most of all acceptance.
I'm very selfish right now. Can you blame me mama?
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