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When life seems to short it probably is. When you miss out on the joys growing up, having your own house, wife, kids. There is a special place in heaven, for the ones who die young. A special group of angels with the most beautiful songs sung. It doesnt matter your faith, color, or ambitions. All that matters is when you spoke, many people listened. Even in a short life the best still leave their mark, in the worst of situations they still brought light to dark. A tragedy has occured everyone knows its true. Live for the fallen and become succesful as they would have you do. The gravity of the situation is for sure no mistake. Just Know one day we will meet again, because we both believe in fate
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
In Peace
When life seems to short it probably is. When you miss out on the joys growing up, having your own house, wife, kids. There is a special place in heaven, for the ones who die young. A special group of angels with the most beautiful songs sung. It doesnt matter your faith, color, or ambitions. All that matters is when you spoke, many people listened. Even in a short life the best still leave their mark, in the worst of situations they still brought light to dark. A tragedy has occured everyone knows its true. Live for the fallen and become succesful as they would have you do. The gravity of the situation is for sure no mistake. Just Know one day we will meet again, because we both believe in fate
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Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 12:19 PM UTC
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