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Eldest of my two sons Was quite the burden Whilst the second not perfect He wasn’t absurd Unaware, naive Untruthful to himself Stuck in his own head Away from everyone else Deniably sad And mostly alone Introverted, quiet In his own “home” Odd thoughts struck him Not the most pleasant He was quite troubled Taught himself no lessons And yet one painful day came When he was torn away Abruptly Now I ask you A much later day Once long ago Which son past away
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Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 6:03 PM UTC
Jordan
Eldest of my two sons Was quite the burden Whilst the second not perfect He wasn’t absurd Unaware, naive Untruthful to himself Stuck in his own head Away from everyone else Deniably sad And mostly alone Introverted, quiet In his own “home” Odd thoughts struck him Not the most pleasant He was quite troubled Taught himself no lessons And yet one painful day came When he was torn away Abruptly Now I ask you A much later day Once long ago Which son past away
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Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 6:03 PM UTC
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