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He's gone.

Everything I've ever loved and hated at the same time is out of my life.

I am not crying because it hasn't hit me yet.

Seeing his lifeless body because I told them not to take him away yet.

At least his last words meant something.

He's always wanted me to get popular of singing.

I'm glad I got to sing to him.

I held his hand and kissed his lips.

He isn't kissing back but at least I can feel like he is.

I know he is.

Just not physically.

But I know he's here.

"I miss you already."

- Shawn

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