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dear josh,

you always wore the same washed out navy hoodie, the same black and white converse, your hair was always the same shade of cotton candy, though I've never seen you dye it.

you never ate, never slept.

I don't know how I never noticed it before, but you never breathed.

I never once saw the rise and fall of your chest.

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