others called me crazy.
He called me unique.
Others called me lazy.
He called me laidback.
Others kicked me around.
He picked me up.
Others called me a nerd
He called me a genius.
I found inspiration in him
I saw my dreams in his eyes.
I miss him, dearly.
He is so far gone.
catch me. I'm falling.
If he were here he'd pick me up.
Dry my tears. I'm crying.
If he were here, he'd smile.
The world fades into black, now
as if the light in his eyes has faded.
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