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Kategori: mypoetry, theceraliaproject
once this boy was a really dear friend
all of a sudden he chose his own end
though it is more than ten years ago
here is what we never will know
the answers to the questions he left untold
they linger within us, making us old
a teen still he was - forever will be
his mind in a prison, we thought he was free
a reason for this deed will never be spoken
for the beloved boy we never knew was broken
left us with our open hearts in need
forgive – we never saw how your soul did bleed
