hes dead

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He's dead...now I'm dead inside.......ill never get to talk to him agan his his voice giggle at him when he mutters in diffrent langwitches......ill never get to hug him gain....I told myself I woult cry....I kept it untell now.....I don't think I can do it without him.......

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