poem called flying by me as my eyes close I see a bright light not just the one of the hospital but of the ones of flight the one were angle's sing and there's a heavan were peace is rested and life is over peace is everywhere your thoughts stopped your life has finally comed to a abrupt stop isn't this what you wanted? as you ask yourself you look down seeing them cry and ask "why now?" why could they have cared before? why could they have cared when needed? why just now? why couldn't they have cared before? well its to late know your feeling them but no more pain -signed sTaR
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