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Twenty seventeen vulnerable year,
For what i feared most, came upon me,
The loss of a friend!
Seeing him lying helplessly on the bed, 
I kicked start with agitation,
Hoping he would survive,
He was a fighter!
Promised to come home alive,
I prayed for his survival,
The prayer got to heaven not,
 Still groaning helplessly,
Pleading for mercy!
But death wasn't merciful,
He was taken without  fulfilling his mission,
Left many unfinished desires behind,
If only death could accept gifts,
I would have sold myself off,
Just to see him back on feet,
Rest on dear one!
You will always be remembered by me.

#jaywhy
#death
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