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I can still remember when you held it tight in your hand. The string wrapped about your little wrist. It bobbing up and down as you giggled with delight. I see your red reflection bouncing of its shiny surface. The little hand it is tied around claps joyfully. You are still in my thoughts and on my mind. I see you every time I blink. Still you visit me in my sleep. Oh what happy days there was when I had you with me. I will always remember you my little one, and will bring more balloons to accompany you. Although you can't play with them now, I feel you appreciate it somehow. But I still miss you painfully, my little baby taken from me. All the joy is gone with you, but still I keep on going. To get you more balloons.
- by Iam eh lou sir |
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- | Submitted on 07/31/2008 |
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- Title: Baloons
- Artist: Iam eh lou sir
- Description: Short story I wrote because I was bored.
- Date: 07/31/2008
- Tags: baloons death child
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- this username is invalid - 01/10/2010
- This made me cry. I think writing about death is really..... I don't know the word, but I love to feel really deep emotions when I read, and this definitely sprung really deep emotions. Please read some of my stories!
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- Iam eh lou sir - 08/04/2008
- I like to write what about all of you?
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