Sitting with his sweatshirt,
The one he use to wear,
Bac when he did love me,
It still smells like him i swear,
Its nothing but a rag now,
But it means so much to me,
The smell when he was homeless,
Is still so comferting to me,
Because he needed me then,
To help him stand up tall,
But now hes far away,
And its too hard just to call,
I am not wishing to go back to that,
It just kinda makes me sad,
That no longer does he need me,
Because his lifes not as bad.

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