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Our friendship is not a lost one now that you have passed, I can feel you now in ways never before imagined... I can feel you in the cool breeze, your smile is the sun, the thickness of night is like your arms cradling me until I fall asleep. When I hear the cicada's and the cricket's begin to chirp I remember our long nights in meaningful conversation... and it's like speaking with you again. Every heart beat is like a kiss, every thought is like a hug. But oh, how I miss you so much. Your passing was almost crippling for me in all its tragic horror... and it was a life ended much to soon. I am overwhelmed by the pain of knowing that you are really gone, I am still struggling to believe it. And though your body is lifeless, your soul will forever walk in mine... I miss you so sometimes, I have been crying myself to sleep, though I have not been crying for you, for you are in a far more better place then I... I have been crying for me.
Catlin L. Crawford
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