(2012)
I wrote this poem soon after my cousin Jeremy killed himself. He was extremely important to me, we grew up together, and his death left a gaping hole in my life and heart. I will forever miss him, but I will continue living. One loss of life doesn't mean my life has to stop. It took me a bit to realize that. Writing helped me heal a lot after his death so you will probably read a lot of poems about my "brocuz" as my sister called him.
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