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i let go cause i wasnt strong enough..
i wish i read the last page first
On his body we built this city Boston labourer and husband, S. Quentin We didn’t know he was in the pit Before we’d poured 40 tons of cement in
He left this world in slumber Our beloved father Phil To never wake in dark again … Or maybe he will
He slipped away from this world In the fall of 2024 our Opie The windows were spotless But his ladder was soapy
We don’t Want to be kept like prisoners In the cage But We are happy to built the One for others Just to fulfil ours Craves
Ive never known love before like the kind of friend it takes to keep a pair of house shoes for you when you visit -ERS
It take Only one positive hand To lift the pressure To boost it Making cheerful And fruitful Time.
Innocent looks With lovely eyes carrying cute face Holding sweet smile I’m the princes Whom you often dream of Who has the power to change Your faith.
So many bubbles of Success and happiness Around you Is been raised From a magical aura Of simplicity nature In you Making you more shine Fading the haters line.