He always loved something about fireworks
I always loved something about how his face would light up in the natural light of the darkest nights
His beaming face interlaced with the smile of a child
It's hard to look someone in the eyes after taking something from them
Happiness is hard to find
Confidence is harder
But being found again is the hardest
And innocence, well that's an endless chase.
Sorry you ever had to be lost
R.I.P. C.C.
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