Only Death could Make Him Happy. _____________________________ In My Head I have a Brother who is Dead, but Lives on as a Memory. I reflect (daily) on everything He Said. (which leads me to Question My Identity.) ____________ The Smile on His Face was Painted purposefully; designed to put the Hearts of Those He Loved at ease. Yet I know Now what I had Always suspected.. (that only death could make him Happy.) J.S.H. |
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