I shed a tear when I saw your suffering in my prediction vision.
I laughed when your humor hit my happiness.
His name was Charlie Murphy a comedian that touched my heart and killed my joy when I heard his demise.
His death afflicted my burden heart like it was dust.
Witnessing a funny guy like you who trusted himself to be great has always been a moment since the Gusto days.
When I look upon Charlie's hardened heart all I see is how talented and skillful he was as a comedian and knew what he wanted to chase by beinga legend.
Charlie was a brother's keeper to Eddie
A protective
A brother with deeper words that were so ingenious and wise.
He never died in vain
Charlie lives on with sweet rose pedals on his tombstone.
He keeps our appreciation and hearts fulfilled with existence and inspiration.
Cancer may have won your fleshing torn beaten body.
But your spirit and soul never was killed it healed
You made me smile and laugh massively when I saw you act on TV.
You were a legend that inspired my destiny and passion to be who I can be. You were my hero no our Hero of Comedy.
You dying at 57 with peace was a gift of realizing that life isn't about the outlook of negativity it's about opening your mind and noticing that life is too short to be worrying about the energy that will cost your life to perish.
Charlie's spiritlives on forever
Hiscomedic skills to endeavor will always be unforgettable
His gift of talent was so brilliant and mind blowing.
And Charlie's heart lastly is at rest up in Heaven.
Rest in Peace brother
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