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Him.

I take a long drag of the cancer stick.

His ocean blue eyes.

Inhaling it, then letting it all out.

His laugh.

Sighing and leaning back.

His voice.

Shutting my eyes.

His hair.

Blackness taking over.

His everything.

I wish I was free.





Over and Over Again// Colby BrockWhere stories live. Discover now