I will never understand the life you were given or how you managed to stay alive for eleven years on the streets. You were my friend and I loved you as a son. I'm sorry I didn't do more for you. Your artwork is framed in my studio and your warm heart and soul is on my mind everyday. It's hard to believe it has been one year since your murder, the pain is still very new. I can imagine you're in heaven laughing and being the life of the party. It's going to be a happy day when we meet again. Thanks for teaching me non-judgement, compassion and gratefulness of having five bucks to my name.
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