The Times I Remembered...

His skin, it was so soft. 

His laugh, it made the world so bright. 

His eyes, they told an amazing story. 

If only he had stayed alive longer to notice. 

To notice that he was more than just a person. 

He was loved. 

Hes was cared for. 

But that didn't matter. 

 

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