You were taken too soon my friend

And I sit here and wonder 

Why your life had to end

Like the rolling of thunder 


My one regret is not responding

In the month of November

So then I go on pondering

The good memories I could remember. 


I count the days it's been since your death

It's been... Fourty four to be exact

You shouldn't have taken your last breath 

I still message you to avoid losing contact...

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This is really sad, but I like it.

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