As I look upon your beautiful face one last time,
framed by the box that serves as your bed,
I become aware that my tears are not for you.
for I have no fear for where you are now.
You lived in virtue, and were just.
You gave freely the gift of hope.
You loved, and were loved by more than you ever knew.
you comforted the suffering,and were kind to outcasts.
Your words were a soothing balm.
It is not for you I weep.
It is for me, who must now live
so very much poorer,
for want of you.
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stop a bullet
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wow very deep i like it, it really puts into perspective the capability of humans to hurt people (my mistake several times over) i dislike putting people through this and you really captured the feelings very well, nice job
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