remember that one sunny
day when we first met?
when i was foolishly
crossing the road even
when the lights were
still red?that day i was ready to
give up everything.
i was ready to die but
you took my hand.
You held it so tight.
I was crying on the side
of the road while you
were looking at me,
thinking about how
dumb I was.“next time you think
of doing that again,
i want you to think of
all the people who
are dying to live.”
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four seasons
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