my bsf rest in peace

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i wont sleep until i know shes fine
i wont feed myself till shes ready to dine

i wont appreciate my existance
till she lives hers
ill never watch another match or cuss out spurs

ill never smile till i see her radience

her face angellic sweet like vanilla
depressions a common killer

a spark to my flame
great beauty is her name

my bestfreind rest in peace

rest in peace to memories we made
rest in peace to hardships we paid

great pride is to those who made you do this
ill beat them up with my bare fist

they wont get away with it i hope they know
i love you besti
rest in peace your soul
~H1

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