I don't own them. I am just borrowing them.

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I can't believe Michelle is...is....I can't even say the word.

And I told her that, I hated her. That I wish she was never born. She.....went......thinking that. I am such an idiot!

How dare God, take away a little girl. One that was not even 10 years old. She was so full of life.

So...So beautiful. Just like Mom.

I was only 5 or 6 when mom died. And it wasn't very easy to remember her. It keeps getting harder and harder, to remember her smile and laugh.

Now, what if I forget Michelle? What if I can't remember her?

How am I supposed to sleep in my room without her? This room is full of her things. I came in her today, and I nearly cried.

There were things that looked like she would come back any minute. Her sweater hung over a chair. Her shoes on the side. Her home-work, only half-finished lay on the desk.

I wish.....wish....I wish that I could take this all back. To when we were just little kids.

She'll miss out on a lot of things.

Her first kiss. Her first date. Her first boyfriend.

Marriage and kids.............

God, this is my fault!! Maybe she would have lived, if I wasn't mad at her. Maybe if she knew I loved her and I was happy that she got me and Andrew together.

I am so sorry Michelle. Please, please know that...

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