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Apr 2017
Tell everyone that it’s not their fault,
That I kept my feelings inside a vault,
Now that I’m stuck inside a box,
Six feet deep, with only a suit and socks,
I don’t have to feel anymore pain I say,
I don’t have to live another painful day,
Because six feet under is where I lay.
Tell my friends it’s okay I’m sorry.
That I didn’t want them to worry,
I wanna see them live further than forty,
Unlike me, I just want them to tell my story,
Oh that one big kid, Always laughing and helping,
The one kid that wouldn’t stop caring,
The kid who always tried protecting.
Tell my family it’s too late I’m sorry.
I always wanted to be number one,
Although now I ain’t even your son,
I’m just a memory, That I hope you’ll smile about,
That you’ll laugh one day and talk about,
The one that would do his best to leave no doubt,
I can’t even take into account.
All the times that you fed me,
All the things that you did for me,
All the money that you spent on me,
I really am grateful too,
I want you all to know...I love you.
Written by
Jared D Kean  15/M/Kansas.
(15/M/Kansas.)   
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