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  • I'd get a gentle nudge now and again. A humble reminder, he was still there. With his sympethetic face, slowly letting go of dribble. Not many people took to him. Scared off his stature, proud like a lion. His charachter slowly brought out as time passed and time stood still. I was in his kingdom where he was boss, apart from the hedgehogs devouring his food on a regualr basis. Those gentle nudges that came just as they were needed. When memories were being challenged and processes were being battled. His life started tortured, abused insulted. His time ended humanly by friends when he wasnt looking. I owe you. Thanks for those nudges, those gentle comforts. Those reminders we were in it together.
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