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you gave me a smile, but your expression still remained sad

"you're the only one that's ever told me that."

your eyes sparkled, but i couldn't tell if it was from the tears building or if i made you happy.

"you're going to be gone, aren't you?"

there they were, the tears. you began to cry and i held onto you.

"i can't. there isn't a place for me to stay."

your grip on the steering really tightened as you pulled over to the side of the interstate.

we were just outside of town, so with blurred vision you stepped out of the truck and took a fuzzy polaroid.

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