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Until It's Gone [ON HOLD]
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- Partes 5
How did this happen? I've clearly done everything that was
expected of me. My thoughts are now peaceful, my mouth is pure. My body lies against the scorching hot gravel, soaking up my blood like a sponge. They say that the heart sometimes speaks for the mind, but I believe that my mind did the speaking and my heart picked the decision.
Here I lie, 28 and dead, possibly having 30 to 40 more chapters of my life to complete. I couldn't tell him...I couldn't tell my lover one more thing before I left...I couldn't tell him that I'd loved him ever since I laid eyes on him. Man, those light brown eyes were the death of me in the long run!
His PeanutButter complexion, smooth waves on top of his head that I'll often call "titanic", eyes that were lighter than the toffee crayon itself, his 6 ft 3 height towering over my 5 ft 6 stature, and I can't forget those bulky muscles that I'll often caress to ease my brain while he whispers soft lullabies to me.
The old heads on Jefferson Ave have always told me this one thing, "You'll never know what you have until it's gone!"
It's crazy, because I'm the one that's gone...so did he secretly treasure me and had failed to realize it at the last minute?
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