One day, Last day

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One day, I've made a friend.

Gold as his eyes, filled with that humor built in that no one would have except him

He would never have thought of this day

Just One day.

The contact with that name he never liked in one cold swift motion,
It was gestured to him, that pale person who found that funny on that day

It was that One day.

Apathy-kun was the name. One who smiles, also the one who has been sick. Daylight was always by his side until that very Day

It's a day I want to forget.

He's the patient, not the intern. I went there as an intern that day

I hate that day...

One sleep, Last day.

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