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The Last Good Day was eggs and bacon and toast    Disgusting cafeteria chicken tenders    Grilled cheese sandwiches made in the microwave The Last Good Day was a Geometry test    An English essay    A Chemistry Quiz The Last Good Day was Valentine's day    With the chocolate and flowers    Heart shaped cards and winged infants wielding dangerous   weapons The Last Good Day was you    You, with the same light that always made me feel like home    You, with that smile I could trace with my eyes closed    You, before the coldness moved in, making your face so   unrecognizable that I was sure you where a different person. It's been five years since the Last Good Day and I still remember   every second of it. When I close my eyes, I swear I can hear you   saying goodnight, for the last time. The funny thing about the Last Good Day is that you never realize   it's the Last Good Day until it's over. If you did, you'd drink it in   and bask in its warmth. But, you don't get the chance, because to   you, it's just another good day.
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC
The Last Good Day
The Last Good Day was eggs and bacon and toast    Disgusting cafeteria chicken tenders    Grilled cheese sandwiches made in the microwave The Last Good Day was a Geometry test    An English essay    A Chemistry Quiz The Last Good Day was Valentine's day    With the chocolate and flowers    Heart shaped cards and winged infants wielding dangerous   weapons The Last Good Day was you    You, with the same light that always made me feel like home    You, with that smile I could trace with my eyes closed    You, before the coldness moved in, making your face so   unrecognizable that I was sure you where a different person. It's been five years since the Last Good Day and I still remember   every second of it. When I close my eyes, I swear I can hear you   saying goodnight, for the last time. The funny thing about the Last Good Day is that you never realize   it's the Last Good Day until it's over. If you did, you'd drink it in   and bask in its warmth. But, you don't get the chance, because to   you, it's just another good day.
emma_beckett
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 12:04 AM UTC
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