T-Shirt

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I grabbed a t-shirt this morning without really looking at it.

I guess that was my fault, I should've been more careful, but it was a just a shirt.

Once it was on, it was a rather large fit, only when the smell hit me, did I realize it was his.

I couldn't take it off, but I couldn't keep it on.

My eyes were watering and I was screaming before I knew what was happening.

I lay that way on my bed for hours in my head.

I missed the bus, missed school, but the only thing I cared about was that I was missing you.

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