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♛Bekah Boo♛

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Him
I could feel his warmth next to me. I knew he was there. I could here him breathing. He sounded so peaceful. I sat there listening. Watching. Observing. I didn't understand how I ended up with such a gift. He was beautiful. He had no flaws. And every time I think of him I realize how horrible it was to see him slip away. Once I start thinking I can't stop. It's like a fire in a field. One thought slowly leads to hundreds. Thousands. Millions. And then I shut down. Even though I know I can't bring him back I still pray and beg every night. I haven't gone one day without thinking about him. I always see him in my dreams. It's odd. He never with me he is just a stranger walking on the other side of the road. I see him and I yell and scream. He doesn't move. And then I see him in pain. Dying. I want to hold him but I can't get across the street. I tell myself run to him. But my legs don't move. Blackness slowly fades over my eyes and the dream turns to reality. I guess my whole life revolves around fantasy. I'm paranoid. I can't help it. No one can save me. I've attempted things. Dangerous life risking things but overall I don't care because he is not next to me. And I cannot feel his warmth. I can't hear him breathing. And every night I stare at the spot he use to lay and think; how was I so lucky to have such a beautiful gift.
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