Scars on his left forehand, piercings in his lip, nose and tounge
Good taste in music, pants below his boxers
Some of you will call him a loser or faker
But I think he was better than the rest
I held his hand, stroke his scars, he hugged me
...stupid me, today he won't remember me at all.
(And I hope no one who was there will ever read this.)
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