6 June 2012
There goes a smile, a face I will never forget.
There goes a friend, a friend I had never met.
There goes an inspiration. Now wilts the rarest Rose.
Such a tragic end to a beautiful beginning. There's an empty space in your place, and it shows.
Wherever you have flown to, I hope that you can see, I'll miss you, really I'm gutted, because you stole a part of me.
Don't run away
Gutted • Opuss № I