Dear Chris,
How is it like
To hold a gun in your hand?
Do you tremble when you hold it?
Are you scared too?
Do you also hurt inside because
That day could be your last?
Be careful Chris.
I hope you're okay,
Because I'm not. I miss you.
I need to know
That you're okay.
I don't want the next time
I see you, for you
To be in a coffin
I want you to be home safe.
You're in my prayers;
In my heart,
Take care!
Love,
Kailee
-Dedicated to my cousin Chris Yingling-
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