Is it me, you or us? Me that is making us unhappy, you that is making us unhappy or just us that is making us unhappy?
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Never religious, never pious and never superstitious. I don't pray. But if I had to believe in something celestial, it'd be that the love ones who left before us are watching over us; Our Guardian Angels. Days where I need a little faith: I'd look up into the sky, cross my heart and whisper.
I would wish you were here,
to be that amazing uncle you always were.
Missing you with all my heart.
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