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Life...
It's meaning...?
(To touch someone... To live with and be passionate... )
Life... To live with passion.
Life's value?
(Could you repeat that...?)
What is a life?
It's something beautiful. Something that we treasure, and live to the fullest till the end...
A truly passionate soul....
What is life? To be passionate, to love, to live the way you desire...
Something so important,
That when it's gone,
You don't know what you feel?
(Is that person important?)
(Yes very much so...)
Life, it's value, it is worth much more than money.
More than diamonds...
More than jewels...
It holds memories,
morals,
passion
that all make up a soul....
Life is so important.
But the suffering one must go through.
Don't end it,
Simply fight it...
Yet... How could we know, the pain that you went through?
It was your pain, and yours alone, you did not want us to know...
(Let us know...)
Lets stand together,
Become much stronger.
The living should not more for the dead long.
The dead can not go on, and would simply feel sad,
For those friends, they have known for so long.
There is so many things,
So many things,
So many words, images, so much love,
I wish to let out and not hide.
The images of my art,
That shows a portrait, of our life's,
Being siblings,
Being friends.
But was I good to you in the end?
I couldn't stop you,
Know one could.
Even if we had known.
You didn't show it,
How much pain, the pain you knew.
Someone said, "It's selfish to die... To die and leave others behind..."
"Don't you think it's selfish... to talk bad about the dead... not even thinking...
of there own pain and suffering...? How can you call them selfish....?"
You knew life, you understood it's value.
You knew your limits.
You were a warrior....
But you did not understand.... That we could have helped you.
But you believed, that you could not find the way out, you didn't want to hurt anyone,
you never did...
The demons that hurt you...
No words could describe it...
Please never leave, the souls you have touched,
but now that it's over,
please start a new...
A new life.
One that fits you.
A little warrior.
My brother I really miss you...
It's meaning...?
(To touch someone... To live with and be passionate... )
Life... To live with passion.
Life's value?
(Could you repeat that...?)
What is a life?
It's something beautiful. Something that we treasure, and live to the fullest till the end...
A truly passionate soul....
What is life? To be passionate, to love, to live the way you desire...
Something so important,
That when it's gone,
You don't know what you feel?
(Is that person important?)
(Yes very much so...)
Life, it's value, it is worth much more than money.
More than diamonds...
More than jewels...
It holds memories,
morals,
passion
that all make up a soul....
Life is so important.
But the suffering one must go through.
Don't end it,
Simply fight it...
Yet... How could we know, the pain that you went through?
It was your pain, and yours alone, you did not want us to know...
(Let us know...)
Lets stand together,
Become much stronger.
The living should not more for the dead long.
The dead can not go on, and would simply feel sad,
For those friends, they have known for so long.
There is so many things,
So many things,
So many words, images, so much love,
I wish to let out and not hide.
The images of my art,
That shows a portrait, of our life's,
Being siblings,
Being friends.
But was I good to you in the end?
I couldn't stop you,
Know one could.
Even if we had known.
You didn't show it,
How much pain, the pain you knew.
Someone said, "It's selfish to die... To die and leave others behind..."
"Don't you think it's selfish... to talk bad about the dead... not even thinking...
of there own pain and suffering...? How can you call them selfish....?"
You knew life, you understood it's value.
You knew your limits.
You were a warrior....
But you did not understand.... That we could have helped you.
But you believed, that you could not find the way out, you didn't want to hurt anyone,
you never did...
The demons that hurt you...
No words could describe it...
Please never leave, the souls you have touched,
but now that it's over,
please start a new...
A new life.
One that fits you.
A little warrior.
My brother I really miss you...
I wrote this in memory of my little brother who passed away.
Someone like him who has been such a big part of my life, now he lives on through my art and the people he has inspired.
Someone like him who has been such a big part of my life, now he lives on through my art and the people he has inspired.
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i'm very sorry for what happend...