You would have been twenty now,
And, currently not myself,
I don't know what for and how
To get out of this cell,
Where thoughts are like window bars and
Each movement seems in vain.
I hope, you are better out there.
I hope, you have left your pain.
I miss you, my friend. It has been
So bad - you would not believe.
Eyes closed, fists clenched, a breath in...
Why would you decide to leave?
You would have been
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