He was kind.
I know he was.
He was attentive
And knew how to love.
He was gentle,
A porcelaine doll.
He was strong
Never thought he'd ever fall.
He was a dreamer,
A beautiful mind.
He was a warrior
With the soul of a child.
He wasn't perfect
But he gave me hope.
He gave me life
With the words he spoke.
That's what he was.
Now he is lost.
Now he is broken
And I think it's my fault.
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