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I wrote this for one of my friends after he took his own life two years ago.
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I don't know why you left us,
and I probably never will.
I love and miss you so much,
and I know you're in my heart still.
I wish you could have talked to me,
and of taking your life you should have asked.
Maybe I could have reasoned with you,
maybe I could have made your life last.
You were so young and funny,
and your spirit was so free.
Your laugh, your smile, the way you made me feel,
you mean so much to me.
But you've gone to a better home now,
there is no sorrow or tears.
I know I'll get to see you one day,
I just miss you but "no fears".
CLH