The Obituary
He was born
Cried too much
Always afraid
Slept way too much
Prayed to God
Not that much
Was Unhappy
Drunk too much
Was a bad drunk
But laughed too much
Always at bad jokes
Way too dark
He loved
Way too much
And he died
Way too young
He left his wife
Without that much
He died sad
He tried but the rope didn't cut
R.I.P
We will see you soon our son
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