He has the disability to completely understand
The concept and the understanding
Of caring, giving your time and happiness for another
That's what I had attempted to show him
I had a desire to enlighten his weary soul
His soul was always somewhat disoriented
Wandering, lost, this absence had overcame his mental being
Worse than a physical absence, this absence killed me, and killed what was all within him
What he was to be
What he was to me
What he was at present time when his soul was overlooked
Now, a forgotten past
His past, future and present
All vanquished, without a hint
Greed, anger, depression overcame his tattered soul
During this time, I urged myself to help his soul
He was changing mine
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 3:09 PM UTC
He has the disability to completely understand
The concept and the understanding
Of caring, giving your time and happiness for another
That's what I had attempted to show him
I had a desire to enlighten his weary soul
His soul was always somewhat disoriented
Wandering, lost, this absence had overcame his mental being
Worse than a physical absence, this absence killed me, and killed what was all within him
What he was to be
What he was to me
What he was at present time when his soul was overlooked
Now, a forgotten past
His past, future and present
All vanquished, without a hint
Greed, anger, depression overcame his tattered soul
During this time, I urged myself to help his soul
He was changing mine
For you, the one who killed my being.
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