"When I reminisce about the days that I have missed I feel the blanket of time remove me from what I've experienced. When I think of all of you I feel the phantom pain in the leg that I've removed. But now I feel the light come burning through my hand as I reach to grasp what I'm trying to hold on to. But like a summer day, the light will fade away and leave me grasping blindly for what I cannot have. Remember me, my friends, when you smoke a cigarette and snuff it out in a virgin ashtray."
We love you, David
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