Little Birdy

Little Birdy

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It's said that when someone leaves you forget their voice. I never forgot his voice, even when he died. I could never forget his smile, blue eyes, and his brown hair. I could never forget anything about the love of my life. I don't want to either, I'd be good with him right next to me now, instead of six feet under the ground. I'd be okay with the murderer behind bars, instead of still out on the streets. I'd rather have him dead. Rotting in the ground. I'd have my love here, helping me raise my child, our child. I could watch them play soccer, or football, or even watch TV. We could go on family walks and be happy. So, I will always remember, My Louis William Tomlinson. Always.
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