Nov.23

November 23rd came and went and all I could think about is holding your hands again, rubbing cream on your feet, and listening to your stories. I wish I could draw more pictures to go up on your walls…I’d pass all of the cotton fields from Milledgeville to Statesboro just to sit beside you and smuggle fast food to you. But that can’t be, so I’ll just say that I miss you. 12308454_10206709572510926_6165515701228744742_n

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