You are gone now.
In a better place.
No longer in pain.
I think about you all the time.
You were always there for me,
If I was, sad, mad, or anything.
The thought that you're watching over me,
Like a gradien angle,
Keeps me from braking down.
You were my best friend in a way,
And that's why it hurts me so baddly.
When it's my time,
Make room for me,
If I arrive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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