my heart is choking
my mind is trying to tell me something, so i am going to write whatever comes to sight.
i am dreaming, of a dream, a moment. maybe someone.
No a place, and a person, me and someone else.
maybe its not me, it's you.
i wonder how life would be, if you were here, you could see how much i haven't changed, and how much my son would've loved you.
me and mary both have sons. everytime i hear your songs i think about you and weep inside. i will never forget you nor anyone else. There are moments when we fall and can't get up, but you are down and never coming up. so i still don't believe your not here, your destiny your fate did come true. I hope you meet john lennon, and write a song. name it something pretty and sing it loud. i see you in the night sky sometimes, and i talk to that glistening star, i ask you how your doing, and if you can see us, we are so far apart.
I miss you uncle i miss you lots, you were like my brother like a dad. you did everything for me, i cannot remember what words i spoke, i just wished i spoke to many or less, and maybe we wouldn't be in this mess. I saw your face for the last time out of anyone else, and i want you to know that i am thankful for you, i am sorry you had to leave us and make us all cry, but somehow someday i think we will be alright. i know i'm getting all soppy something you surely disliked, but you know me, and i'm gonna be like this all my life. i will look up to you like i always have, from my kitchen sink from my back yard court, i'm not going to stop loving you.
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