I looked at him. 


He was wearing a pink dress shirt.

we were both feeling a different kind of hurt.

He was much shorter than I remember him being.

It hurts me that this was all I remember seeing. 


I would never see him again

Rock beats scissor

but fire beats men. 


I hugged his mother.

I told her that I was here.

She said he thought of me as my brother

He used to remind me of fear.


He may never forgive me

I may never forget

There is everything hell never be

I pray I'm not over yet.




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