Michael McParland (7-19-1983 / Dayton, Ohio)
Take a look inside yourself,
and you'll see there's so much left.
No matter all the pain you feel.
Your aching heart is made of steel.
Your well of strength is deep and real.
Though you'll need some time to grieve.
The intensity of this pain will leave.
You still have so much left to do.
Don't let the suffering put an end to you.
Continue on with strength of mind.
With your worries left behind.
With a prayer and mighty soul.
You will never lose control.
Put these thoughts of death to rest.
You've still not seen the very best.
Think of all the friends you'll miss.
Plus all of those you've not yet kissed.
It's not the end my precious friend.
Your splendid life has just began.
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