And when your golden curls have turned to red When your eyes have lost all their light find strength in my life Enough white to kindle a massacre of poems At least tremble enough that I may flame in your green array All these years, the battle of each grievous day Perhaps then those beautiful tears will overcome... I almost wrecked this morning in about the same place my mother called me The day she found out I hydroplaned going about 42 miles per hour I wasnt scared or anything it was very strange I had a moment in time and space All to myself to think To die then would mean to be with my sister, but if I had then I would have Missed out on this dream Ive had for so long It just goes to show what a girl like Erin with an enormous heart and a Talent to make the world smile could have done if she was still alive It sounds strange, but Erin couldnt have lived out her dreams on Earth, so Now I must make it a point So now its my job to live them out for her and let the world know what a Wonderful person it will never get to meet
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