when we were younger you used to give me your hand-me-down's. I remember this being one of my favorite childhood memories. I would think how lucky I was to have an "older sister" who would give me all her cool clothes just because you wanted too. I would wear the clothes and go over to your house, and you'd be like "hey is that my top" I'd say yes then you'd say " I have a pretty great style don't I" then wed laugh and start playing on the trampoline in your mums' backyard.
When you passed your mum gave me some of your clothes, some of your coolest clothes. it breaks my heart that you won't ask if it's your top, it breaks my heart we're not hanging out and talking, it kills me to know that you're not here.
I like to think of the wonderful and happy memories you made wearing these clothes and I hope you don't mind me stealing your 'great style.' it's like I'm wearing a different skin and I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing.
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our sweet, sweet Amberly
PoetryThis story is about my very close friend Amberly who was like a sister to me. She sadly took her own life on the 12th of March 2023. It was the hardest thing I have ever gone through, and I know the others who loved her struggle everyday too. I've i...
