Eternally Missed, For Owen Kulemeka

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If only I had more to say and less to feel. If only this wasn't something hard to get over if only it wasn't sad and painful
If only it was the easiest thing to do, to pick up and continue if only in losing, we could forget but we don't. We long more 
For more long conversations, 
Honest debates about trap music 
The new world order, 
We miss more, 
We wish for more, 
more time,
 more smiles, 
a lasting essence, 
a link, a knowing, 
and not this helplessness. 
If only one last talk would do
If only that is all we needed. 
I will miss you, Owen, as you fly with the angels, don't forget to look back and smile, don't forget to check on me



Rest in Eternal peace Owen 
Location: Hongshan Hongshan

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