Heather

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Trigger warning: Angst, Death.

[Every time I come back to this I find it unappealing and a little cringe, so y'all can skip it if you'd like. I've left it up because it's given me views and comments]
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Nico's POV:

NICOS JOURNAL
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I still remember the third of December, me in your sweater.
You said it looked better on me than it did you.
Only if you knew how much I liked you.

I wish I were heather.

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I watch as she stands with her, holding your hand.
You put your arm around her shoulder; Now I'm getting colder.
But how could I hate her? She's such an angel
But then again, kinda wish she were dead.

I wish I were heather.

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But I watch your eyes as she walks by.
What a sight for sore eyes
Brighter than the blue sky
She's got you mesmerized while I die

I wish I were heather.

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Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm not even half as pretty.
You gave her your sweater, it's just polyester, but you like her better.

I wish I were-

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"NATIONAL NEWS REPORT"

"BOY FOUND DEAD IN HIS ROOM BY A JOURNAL..."

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I cried while writing this dw. 😀

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