i love you, no words can explain how much i do. your gentle kisses and hugs, the memories make me want to close myself into a room and never come out, im like a burden to the world.. and now, you're gone, gone in the dark cloudy skies. i don't think you're looking over me. or that you're proud. i mean, who would be proud? you're probably living your afterlife as a beautiful angel up there, without me. happier without me.
I've done so much, i didn't mean to hurt you, i didn't read your messages or answer your calls and now its too late. now im mourning over your gravestone whilst your human body is burried six feet deep under my feet. why did you have to leave? its all my fault. if i had answered your calls, your messages, nicks panic-calls, if i had just listened. this would've never happened, i wouldn't miss you as much as i miss you now. forever gone, and i want to be up there with you.
But i probably wont be, i'll probably rot down in hell for doing what i've done to you. i've spent countless nights thinking of you, thinking of us. we could've been together in the afterlife though i messed mine up. i dont want to say goodbye, i want to see you
i need to see you..-sincerely, george, only yours.
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