Cole
Heading into 2025 but it kills me that you're not,
How can I celebrate dodging the reaper,
When it's you that he caught?
It hurts that you're forever nineteen,
There's so much I should've said or did...
How could I have forseen?
I hate you, I love you, I hate there's hole
It's so big and can never be filled
Why'd you do it Cole?
The end of things or the promise
Resolution has never felt so strong a word
Who would've thought this'd be the type that's honest
Cole Robert William Berger
11/28/05-08/16/25
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