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Son of the deceased,
your desired departure
left me with no peace.
This occurrence of your
definite absence,
has suppressed my
masculine headship.
I now sit trying to find
out where I went wrong
when stupidity hit.
Was it the long hour
shifts that pulled me further
from your secretive space?
Leaving little time to investigate
your "at risk" signs that you
couldn't help to show.
Oblivious to the obvious,
seems like I just let you go.
Didn't teach you well,
how to function in the
skin of a man.
Or even put up a fight
against your escape plan.
When death persuaded you
in the form of persecution,
I failed to cast away such
evil pressure.
Instead of saying "it gets better"
I let those whispers submit to
your unstablest reasoning.
Now I don't even read the paper,
because your demise has violated
each headline.
I can't help but to think that you
could've survived,
If only I acted like you were mine.
