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here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.

by toska

I know his body is tired  and his hair is grey with the weight of time and knowledge but I want to ask him to stay I want to run my hands through his hair a little longer because he looks as innocent as his name I want to ask him not to leave me yet But I know he's not mine, I knew from the moment I met him that he's only here for a certain amount of time I want to hold back the tears as I look at him in the eyes He's too good, too kind and I know it's almost time for him to go I hope he knows that I loved him until the very last second until his eyes couldn't focus on a thing anymore until the moment where his heart gave up on him until the last beep of that damn machine I hope he's some kind of proud I hope he once loved me too
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For You?
Written by
toska
Published
Oct 6, 2015
Time
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#grandpa#missing#you#almost#two#years#later
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