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Sadness
I saw him the other day, for the last time.
He died yesterday. I miss him...
He meant that anyone could be happy.
He meant that life is good.
He knew everything was alright.
I hope he knows I miss him...
I hope he knows I care...
I hope he knows I wish I was there, instead of him.
On the walk home just now, from his funeral.
I found a white angel feather, floating on the breeze.
And then a loss so profound brought me to my knees.
How could you be dead and gone? Leaving me alone.
How can you leave my heart like this, to cast itself in stone.
I suppose that's what happens when an angel cries.
I suppose that's what happens when everyone you love dies...
