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RIP, stranger.

i probably saw you.
probably bumped into you in the hallway,
me decked out in school colors,
you adorned with your pain.

you died on a friday;
the night before the big game,
where you would have met with your friends
and booed as we lost.

“sorry”, blush, gone
not a second thought
and the next time i heard about you,
you were six feet under.

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