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You're sitting next to the boy.
The boy is lying next to you trying to breathe.
The red hoodie.
Its color darkened.
The blood from wounds is sipping,
Counting last minutes of his life.
You love that boy. -- He loves you too.
But this is the end.
You know it. -- The boy knows it too.
He tries to smile and whispers "I love you".
And you want to answer, say something, everything,
But it's too late
He's gone.
There is nothing you can do.
You're fading.
Your life doesn't have sense anymore.
Not without him. -- The boy in red.