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That night they found you In the park laying in blood With your hoodie on, almost covering your  face I saw you at the hospital bed and you looked comfortable even though you were in so much pain It reminded me of all the times we would take the bus so early, so so early in the brisk mornings And you'd be so sleepy,  so so sleepy and warm You were always so warm With your head inside your hoodie Looking like a baby And I'd giggle and give you kisses on your nose Because I loved your nose the most And you'd sort or squeeze my thigh and say something about my jeans. How they are too tight or how there are  "waaay too many rips." And we would sit there silent just occasionally reading each others thoughts like it was nothing, just reading the way you'd read an ad on the bus And I knew you were too good to be true Because I felt like I was always dreaming around you And I didn't think someone would make you go, make you leave me like this And I didn't think the best memories of you would come so suddenly, in waves just to flood my whole body with this bad aching, such bad aching that felt like it was stealing years from my life... And I really wanted it to, really really wanted it to.
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
3:23 a.m at the hospital
That night they found you In the park laying in blood With your hoodie on, almost covering your  face I saw you at the hospital bed and you looked comfortable even though you were in so much pain It reminded me of all the times we would take the bus so early, so so early in the brisk mornings And you'd be so sleepy,  so so sleepy and warm You were always so warm With your head inside your hoodie Looking like a baby And I'd giggle and give you kisses on your nose Because I loved your nose the most And you'd sort or squeeze my thigh and say something about my jeans. How they are too tight or how there are  "waaay too many rips." And we would sit there silent just occasionally reading each others thoughts like it was nothing, just reading the way you'd read an ad on the bus And I knew you were too good to be true Because I felt like I was always dreaming around you And I didn't think someone would make you go, make you leave me like this And I didn't think the best memories of you would come so suddenly, in waves just to flood my whole body with this bad aching, such bad aching that felt like it was stealing years from my life... And I really wanted it to, really really wanted it to.
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Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC
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