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I still had to go to school.

Where he used to wander

the hallways with

his dark head bowed.

People always whispered

about how beautiful he was.

They admired him from

afar, never daring

to come to close.

Perhaps,

the were afraid,

that he would shatter.


But I think they were wrong. 

Maybe, if they had come,

he would still be here.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐄, park jimin ✓Where stories live. Discover now