forever burned onto my soul, the day we switched him off, the day he died in body and I pray only that. I hope that three days earlier he had already said goodbye and gone. This mild haunting of my subconscious that I know its' sensible to listen to but on this day it lies there and gnaws at me.
The man he was wouldn't want me to feel anything but love, of that I am certain.
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