and there wasn't a better song
than his sobs echoing in the room
there wasn't a better feeling
than being the shoulder he needed to cry on
to know he is human too
but there isn't a sadder story
than the boy who gave up
and the girl who gave her all
the empty space when they both
decided to fall
there isn't a sadder memory
than tear drops that stained her shirt
that she couldn't wipe away
than the sight of blood
pooling at bare feet
crimson red on porcelain floors
there isn't a sadder moment
than lowering the casket into the ground
and realizing
he is no longer human
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