Dear dead boy, I saw you many months ago when you were still alive, dying but still breathing.I felt quit sorry for you because you didn't acknowledge what you had done to our friendship or to yourself. So dead boy I had to bury you dead or alive. You were still breathing when I threw you in the grave. For reasons of my unconscious I think of you from time to time, but it passes. Dear dead boy Ur death brings me sorrow and solitude. So boy let us not allow the foul smells of the dead bodys whos names we can not remember dig our graves. Whom had left us with scars when they were alive. Let us rejoice that they are happier where ever they may be. But everything ends remember that when You are turning over
