When I want to talk to you, I look up at my ceiling! I always hope you can see me, and you'll come down to join me in conversation. I know you're with with me, I just want to see your angelic spirits. I don't want to talk about things that no longer hold meaning, grandpa and grandma...I just want you and the lipgloss kisses and the warm hugs. I hope you've been watching over me: my growth, the love I give others, and I hope you hear my silliness, and the words and tears reaching out to you.
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