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Sixteen Years
Sixteen lines for your sixteen years: remembering you, I am sad. Youth stolen by an ancient soul; you touched my life like no-one had. The final choice was yours to leave, to escape the pain few could know; and now I think of you, my friend, that day we left your ash to flow. I wish you could have understood your journey wasn’t over yet, but I believe you’d made your peace; I promise you I won’t forget. If only you could take it back; not end the only life you’d known. I hope your heaven holds you close, my friend, so you are not alone.
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