Curtis Baskerville (8-27-91 / York, PA)
Losing you would feel like a blow to my wind pipe….I would be breathless.
I would be in bed all cold and alone….so restless.
Losing you would feel like a stab in the back….I would be paralyzed.
I would feel like a boxer getting K.O…..no longer can I rise.
Losing you would feel like a third degree burn….scarred for life.
I would feel like a brain damage patient….can no longer think right.
Losing you would destroy me like a hurricane….nothing would be left.
I would feel like a husband trying to save his marriage and giving it his best….but his best just isn’t enough.
Losing you wouldn’t just feel like getting stab by a knife….Losing you is like me losing my life.
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