It's so hard to believe you are actually gone. I keep hoping i will wake up and this was all some fucked up dream that I can tell you about later. I think of all the things I never said to you. I always though..next time. But now there is no next time. There won't be anymore times of chillin in the park or hearing about whatever crazy shit you've been up to. I'm not good at goodbyes. So see you on the other side homie. I love you. Your family. You will always be my Uncle Jewels.
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