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I picture him as a songbird,
Whose song was filled with life;
But his song was cut short,
As the storm took away his light,
He was decaying slowly everyday,
Everyday since his last birthday;
And nothing, nothing I could do would stop the pain.
And on a day in spring ,
When a songbird should fly,
My twelve-year old cousins heart stopped beating,
As cancer took his life.



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Jun. 20 at 9:46 am:
This is really sad and great. I'm sorry. You are brave to share this. Thank you, for sharing this.
 
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