being bridget
sometimes being bridget is the hardest job in the world
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
They all went on with their lives
Went home
Put their kids to bed
Got engaged
Had babies
Operated on other kids
We went home to
and empty room
a dresser full of clothes he will never wear again
toys that he won't play with
dreams that will never be
I miss you Jackers.
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