So no i don't know why he was so important to me I just know he was. The feeling of devastation as his blood dried on my face from wiping away my tears and his blood streaking and staying on my face. His dried blood at the tips of my hair crunching and his body slowly turning cold. like my hope that he'll just get up .My knees aching from cradling his body protecting it. Knees aching on the once cold asphalt that absorbed both of our body heats but keept his and never gave it back.
I miss and feel your presence everyday. That may make it harder and also easier to live daily. I will survive, no matter what for all that you could of been. I'll live my friend.
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My Little Sad Writing
PoesiaJust don't read it okay. This is for me to write stuff down. It's uh kinda sad and just things I've been thinking about a lot. I don't want to write it down on paper. XOXOXO Trigger warning to Death Self hate And many other Nasty things I guess...
