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DEAR TRENT


Its a message from your friend Not the one who is fiend But the one who treats you like a king Everything you did was worth it All the sacrifices taken when the puzzle was not complete You sometimes put your dreams on the shelf You were like that elf to make sure i did myself Seeing you struggle, survive, strive , thrived for my success was a touching moment I can't comment because in my eyes your life wasn't you but me that became a bigger threat like illegal bars from torrent Because now i have to work to pay the debt You never complained on society; you said we THEE society You put your notoriety aside to bring sobriety to society Monday morning you told me WAKE UP GET TO CLASS Tuesday afternoon youl'd take me to practise Wednesday afternoon pushed me to study Thursday night we watched those movies Church on Sunday midnight masses Pushed me hard i couldn't be stagnant This weight you carried, yes it proably weighed a tonne Everyone has got a caring friend Everyone relates to this There's no way we can repay them for the things they all did This a message to all those friends who go to WAR and sacrifice for all their friends I hope you know i know you did you best and every single step you to was to ensure i never fell in a TRENCH Dear Trent im saying thank you for all the memories and worth; For all your struggle and hurt Because sometimes it feels like Heaven on Earth And when they ask a reason i just say your name as my response because nothing can connect the world the way a caring friend does I hope you know this is your poem I hope you memorise and always keep in touch Dear Trent its poem from a friend I always saw you work i never saw you fuss So im here to finally tell you thay you're DONE .........................THANK YOU.................
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