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I hold the salty-soaked tissue in my hand

I squeeze it tighter, as if my hands alone will bring you back

But in the depths of my heart I know you're gone for good

and that no amount of tears will help

I wish that I could find the words that my heart screams to my head,

but somehow the words get scrambled on the way up

I've tried talking to you, but the harder I try, the more difficult it becomes

My soul is slipping, slipping away to be with you, in that better place.

Everyone misses you and your beautiful smile!