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Can I tell you a story?

There was a girl, about 16 years old, and she was one of the most happiest and sweetest teenage girl you could ever meet. She always had her hair down, always wore this butterfly necklace, and always had a hopeful smile on her face.

If only she could walk the streets of the city. If only others could see how much of a amazing person she was. If only she was able to live life outside of a hospital, where there was nothing amusing.

But, she always kept a smile on her face, and still this day I still don't know how she kept one in her condition. She always seemed so positive during the worst times.

But, good memories always come back to you when someone you cared and was close to is gone.

I always wondered what it'll be like if she wasn't sick. If she wasn't dying.

But, she's gone now, and it seems the world turned upside down and froze. It seemed time stop in it's path and God had shook his head.

Knowing the angel she was and is, she would always have a place in our hearts.

Iris Thompson

Iris looked at her notebook, a tear sliding down her face and onto the piece of paper.
She looked up upon from the tree she sat beside, looking at the sunset. Knowing what she has promised her best friend, she smiled at every single cloud in the sky. Smiled at the sun and the birds. Smiled at the heavens above.

She looked back down, taking her pen to write one last thing.

I love and miss you, Kara.

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