Many suns and moons, Passed pain and fame.
Shivered Greatness down our backs, A cold chill after.
A Sadist saw his death fun, As a game of life he had been checkmated.
Death stared him in the face, and he smiled right back. Goodbye friend, he finished.
a tear stroked down my pale face, "You had a great escape friend" Welcome back to reality.
"It Hurts". With that he died. No man ever braver, Who ever cared less. Yet he was my friend.
Best Friend.
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This is very painful, and I can hear it in every syllable. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for reading,
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