For Whomever

Nobody ever really dies. The people I have "lost" aren't gone, you just can't see them. You can't because they live in me. Like the religous text your mama pick every day before she leaves, so do I pick up your book. Your story I tell to the ones I that didn't know you. To die is to cease from existants. But I won't let that happen. I continue to tell your story, for those who weren't around to see. I refuse to let you go because you were taken from us to soon. The good die young and that's why I'm here. I'm not good enough to be halied one that was taken to soon. The good leave us early because if they stayed the world would deystroy them. I'm not at that level, no where near it. Those who left us, had a message, a mission, a purpose and when its complete they leave. So that they will not be tarnished by this world. So after they leave we could relay that message on to the next people who really need it.  So here I am telling there story to you, because no one really dies, unless you let them