This story is for those that died young, for those that never got a chance to feel the joy of love, the heart ache of heart break, for those that never got the chance to be who they wanted to be, to go to places they wanted to go. To see the world, meet new people to experiance new things.
This is for all those people, boys and girls that never got to say 'I love you' and hear it in return.
I once knew a girl. She always wanted to be a beautician, she knew everything there was to know about hair and nails, while I was clueless. I never knew the difference between a day cream and a night cream... still don't but she knew. She was really good too, she was going to go to one of the best collages. She was really excited.
Then we all graduated from high school, ready to take on the world and she fell ill soon after, we found out that she had cancer and that she wouldn't live to see her nineteenth birthday.
She died, never reaching her goal of becoming a beautician, she never got to experiance the joy of having a family of her own.
So I'm writing this for everyone that never got a chance in life, for those of us left behind to feel the loss of losing them and the joy of knowing them. They all left a mark, be it big or small. That mark will be forever etched into our souls, never to forgotten and always to be cherrished.
Thanks,
Steph
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The Reaper's Keeper (UNEDITED)
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