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I'm not ready. I'm not prepared but death is here to claim me. I haven't gotten to say goodbye. I'm sorry. I tried to hold on. I just couldn't. I will become a lost boy. I will never know the feeling of true love. I will never see the sun rise again, or the moon, or my family. I will miss them most. My ma and pa are by my side but that doesn't make me less afraid. "It's too soon" I say but he doesn't care. He takes me away as I try to fight back. I see my mother cry and my father looks broken. I scream and cry but nothing. I am lost

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