Unreal

May 24, 2011
Uncontrollable depression it starts
Into heaven she walks, and parts.
All the love and joy she brought
Evan the little things she said or thought.
We will miss this unfortunate little girl
Sickness overwhelmed her,
Ending the life of her cute golden curls.
That smile of hers, was so hard to keep
A memory that would remind us in sleep.
Awaking in life to realize we lost,
Her sunshine, the sun its worthless no cost.





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