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In His Memory


He had a big heart, and cared for all.

He never once would let you see his pain, but that

didn’t stop it from being shown…

In the depths of his eyes.

 

Oh that sweet boy.

With his difficult life that,

didn’t stop him from being happy.

 

His hugs,

did more than comfort,But

I believe we as people forget that

the people who comfort us, need comfort

as well.

 

We have failed , because

now he’s in the comfort of the angels.

 
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