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1/16/2022
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You would have been 38 this year.
But you're no longer here.
I wonder where you went.
Those times we had, those times we spent.
To think you are not here.
To heaven you were sent.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave before the snow?
Are you going to come back again after the rain?
Is anybody going to explain all the pain?
It's too early for the end.
Will we ever comprehend?
You will be missed my friend.
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