You have no idea,
The effect people have had on you,
Until they are gone.
He was a great person,
A great kid.
Too smart,
He should have known,
Not to do this.
I'm in pain,
Your death,
Hitting me like a bullet to the brain.
I can feel tragedy,
Flying around me,
Like a haywire freight train.
Suicide,
Seemed to have been the answer.
Micheal,
I am not religious,
But you will be a glorious angel.
Feb 16, 2015
Feb 16, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
You have no idea,
The effect people have had on you,
Until they are gone.
He was a great person,
A great kid.
Too smart,
He should have known,
Not to do this.
I'm in pain,
Your death,
Hitting me like a bullet to the brain.
I can feel tragedy,
Flying around me,
Like a haywire freight train.
Suicide,
Seemed to have been the answer.
Micheal,
I am not religious,
But you will be a glorious angel.
Rip Micheal Pfaff
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