Leaving Home

I'm writing a simple thought on death and life.

I've always wondered what life could have been if I was not born or what could be if I'm gone...
(Knock on wood)

What do you do when the only person that keeps you going in life is gone?
How do you face the day after you bid your last goodbye?

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I just feel sad about something...
The last time I saw him was 2003, day after Christmas..
He was just 16. He's all that his mom have, and has ever lived for..
May the angels in heaven carry his soul back to his creator.
God Bless him.