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  • When he died, he left me with a mark that can never be deleted

    All those memories and feelings, burning inside of me

    That face, those eyes, that smile were paint all over my mind

    The presence of his soul was living with me all the time

    Sometimes when i missed him, I remembered the time when I used to be dead with him too

    I was about to kill myself, dying slowly, rolling in depression because he wasn't with me anymore.

    Somehow I got up of my misery and came back to life, step by step.

    Life goes on.

    And I've learned to celebrate the fact that i had the fortune to live with him the incredible and short time of his life in this world.

    When I see my left hand I smile because I know he is smiling with me because he is proud of me

    He loves me, wherever he is.
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