Amy, Amy, Amy

Sent Me Flying

She’s gone and my heart’s sad. But I pondered and I’ve thought. I’ve sighed and tried not to listen to her music. Not wanting to dive deeper into remorse “back to black”. But “…Stronger than me…” she’d sang and I now wallow in her gifts that she has given us and eternally left with us.

Her perceived struggle

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