Sunday, December 12, 2010

Although you no longer tread this world, you constantly wander hearts. Your unspoken words are spoken by others who adore you, stinging me, breaking me, destroying me. The day you were born was the day you etched your home in memories and hearts. Jimmy. That name fits me so well, for I am the shadow which now stands in your place. The shadow which must carry more than just the burden of his own.

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