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I miss Yvonne's hug.

I miss her voice, praying for me.

I miss her presence, the feel of being cared.

I miss her when I wanted to share my story.

I miss her when I'm alone.

I miss her when everyone turns sour.

I miss her when everything turns bitter.

I miss her when I feel I need to be prayed for.

I miss her when I am sad.

I miss her when I'm in a cross road without light and directions.

I miss her when I am angry, coz I'm scared.

I miss her, but I know I can't make that decision.

When I miss her, I'm hurt inside.

I cry.