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Feb 2014
All that's left of him is the ghost of his being.
A life shortened to flash backs and memories.
                                                                    
But its all I've got.                                        
And i guess its a gift from God.                    
That i see you smile in everyone of them.      
                                                                                  
RIP. hope you're smiling wherever you are :')
dedicated to the funniest uncle ever :) miss u.
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poetrylover17
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   Haych
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