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once, there was happiness
there once was a happy goer
succumbed to death
after life, before destruction
he was overwhelmed with stress
but after life before stress
he was full of life
not a single thing
was to far to strive
he would always smile
never haunted by something negative
when he cried it was out of joy
oh how he was once so positive
he once had a best friend
guess what happened to him
his best friend was killed
he felt his lfe begin to dim
everything started to fall apart
everyday grew worse
couldnt help but to blame himself
now haunted with remorse
he cried out
in almost physical pain
he could feel it
he was becoming insane
the color of hate
is staining his heart
he just realized
the end is about to start
the happy goer had a girlfriend
they were both completely inseperable
nothing could tear them apart
without eachother they were completley misserable
for a while they were happy
for a long long while
but memorys of his friend came back
the images began to pile
he wondered how it was possible
how did the trajedy occur?
was his friend not looking?
his tears started to pour
oh how he wanted to go back
change it all,
he would
but it wasnt his call
death strikes everyone
mainly those least expecting
believe me
there was nothing he was suspecting
he was haunted by memorys
haunted many years to come
he even gave the name of his friend
to his first born son
one day he just died
everyday feeling worse
he died
with remorse
succumbed to death
after life, before destruction
he was overwhelmed with stress
but after life before stress
he was full of life
not a single thing
was to far to strive
he would always smile
never haunted by something negative
when he cried it was out of joy
oh how he was once so positive
he once had a best friend
guess what happened to him
his best friend was killed
he felt his lfe begin to dim
everything started to fall apart
everyday grew worse
couldnt help but to blame himself
now haunted with remorse
he cried out
in almost physical pain
he could feel it
he was becoming insane
the color of hate
is staining his heart
he just realized
the end is about to start
the happy goer had a girlfriend
they were both completely inseperable
nothing could tear them apart
without eachother they were completley misserable
for a while they were happy
for a long long while
but memorys of his friend came back
the images began to pile
he wondered how it was possible
how did the trajedy occur?
was his friend not looking?
his tears started to pour
oh how he wanted to go back
change it all,
he would
but it wasnt his call
death strikes everyone
mainly those least expecting
believe me
there was nothing he was suspecting
he was haunted by memorys
haunted many years to come
he even gave the name of his friend
to his first born son
one day he just died
everyday feeling worse
he died
with remorse
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