… Life

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… Life
A painting of a my homie that left us too soon. Approaching the anniversary of his passing always make me think of him and places
Our fists clenched, shaking ’em at the sky, with a flood of irrational emotions, we cry. Damn this existence of human life’s brevity, We marvel
Well, a guy once told a good friend of mine, that if he died that day it would be a good day for dying. Well,
Dear Me, I am writing to you because I can no longer face you, to tell you that I am sad. It is just heartbreaking
I can’t stand looking at her stand over his bed anymore. It’s so sad to watch somebody’s life fade before their face. It feels so
On the go…
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