R.I.P

A victim of himself
Circumstances
Actions of others
These things lead the way
Just out of reach
Too far for any help
Fallen so far he did not want a way out
One path shone like a beacon
Someone should have got to him
Fate has been so cruel
Now we only think of what could of been
Memoreis are the only way we see him
R.I.P young lost boy
Forever a victim of himself.

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