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To Mark Marolt
 
I never knew you well,
But your death hurt like hell
When you died,
And my classmates cried,
I couldn’t help but feel the pain inside.
 
Now you’re gone,
And all your friends are done,
But even tho we were almost strangers,
I know that you are with the angels.
 
So even tho we’re all wrecked,
I’m writing this out of respect.
Dear Mark Marolt,
We all hoped,
We all prayed that you would’ve stayed,
That death wasn’t so cruel to take you away.
 
And another word or two for you,
You shouldn’t have left so soon,
But we will still see you in every star and moon.
Rest in peace
You will be missed.
 
Ema Dizdarević, 9. b