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May 2018
By the break of dawn tomorrow
You will live in fray
Due to the fact that I won’t be here,
I know that you will fear
What you hear,
Your son, friend, love
Flying with the dove of death,

I feel as if I don’t make you happy
Then what’s the point of being here,
If I can’t make you proud
Then what’s the point of being around

When the clock strikes midnight,
You will see a big fright,
Me just hanging there,
My body so violently bare,
This note to you
Is made because I couldn’t do much,
I feel like I have failed you,

As the tears come running down your face,
As you are in the dark hole of depression,
Just think about all of the good times that we’ve had
All the laughs and smiles,
Just remember the memories that we’ve made together,
Remember the smiles we put on people’s faces
Remember the days that were so cold
And when I walked in that room
The day became warm,
Remember me for me!
Written by
Pure Bliss  18/M
(18/M)   
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       ---, --- and eric calabrese
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