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<< 10.10.04 :: 11:51 p.m. >>
::A.F.C.::

-songs just float like ribbons from the window of the car, lost along the shoulders of the highways-

today i stood by his hospital bed, and held his hand for an hour.

he held on so tight that i had to look away so he wouldn't see the tears forming in my eyes. not because he was hurting me - he wasn't.

but because it hurts.

his eyes are blue like my mom's.

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