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Created on: November 29, 2009
I knew something was wrong
when they finally told me you ran away.
It wasn't like you in the least to not contact me
at least every week, sometimes every day.
All I needed was someone to help me find you
But all they said was you were fine,
I cried, I never stopped thinking about you
They didn't know for sure, why did they resign?
I begged your friends and family for help
I posted bulletins, I called them, I emailed them,
I texted, for the world, for anyone
and now all of them I want to condemn! I knew something was wrong
but nobody listened, nobody would believe me
and now you're gone for good, I hurt so much,
I'll never understand why they ignored my plea.
To go from searching and hurting
and worrying until I was sick,
To get a phone call to say she's dead
I'm forever lost and confused, it happened so quick.
My sister, my friend, my baby, my Ash,
Where were you? I was looking for you!
I never stopped! I never rested!
And in the meantime to heaven you flew?
I am so sorry I didn't find you in time
to save your life, your time here was too short.
I still need you here, your family misses you.
I wish I had had help from others, I needed their support.
I understand now why you ran away from them,
They didn't know you very well or they would have known
that your soul was hurting, that you were in a bad place,
because for you to disappear was not your way, you hated being alone.
Lost and alone now you will never have to be
You are in heaven with our daddy, laughing and tousling his hair.
You're flying with the angels, your heart is finally free
I blow kisses to you in heaven, and think of you with every prayer.
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