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The boy, I'm afraid, is gone.

His heart,yet, still beats

his lungs draw in air, to this day.

Yet his eyes gaze into nothingness.

Dear Sir, I apologize for the news,

but the young lad is gone.

His soul....its a shame,

you see, he has become numb to us.

The love we may show and express

does nothing for him.

just as much as the anger we may give.

Tears? no ma'am, tears will be of no good

in bringing him back.

His mind drifts in his own world now.

He is in his own private heaven.

The son you cared for,

the brother you adored

the mate you loved, is gone.

Bury him in your heart and memories now.

And,please, try your best to go about your lives

.........he is on his way