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G.O.N.E
Well...another brother, buried and left
Many miles and one last breath.
Days keep passing and begin again,
I still wonder when will it end.
Memories of times gone by, and still I have to try.
My own struggle becoming too much,
Dreams of us are out of touch.
I'm here for the next I wonder when...
Fuck it I'm tired of writing you pick up the pen.
Gone.
In loving and crazy ass memory of.
Benjamin Morrison.
Ended. 1-5-18
My brother
Many miles and one last breath.
Days keep passing and begin again,
I still wonder when will it end.
Memories of times gone by, and still I have to try.
My own struggle becoming too much,
Dreams of us are out of touch.
I'm here for the next I wonder when...
Fuck it I'm tired of writing you pick up the pen.
Gone.
In loving and crazy ass memory of.
Benjamin Morrison.
Ended. 1-5-18
My brother
Published 7th Jan 2018
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7th Jan 2018 4:10am
My condolences on the loss of your brother.
He will most assuredly remain within your thoughts
as time carries you forward and softens the pain.
Wishing you solace within your ink.
AT
He will most assuredly remain within your thoughts
as time carries you forward and softens the pain.
Wishing you solace within your ink.
AT
