This is a poem I wrote a long time ago, so excuse the awfulness of it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Degrassi but I do own this poem.

Eli wrote this. Pretend Clare died when she got cancer.

The ones who die get lucky.

They get the escape of this mad, mad world, with the ones they love forever.

They get the adventures and love without fear of heartache.

The ones who die are gone forever, gone but never forgotten.