Sunday’s Song

/ stephieopolis

He always had to feel.

                                                    the rush, the heartbeat, the speed…

He had a passion for things he knew could hurt him, but he never stayed long enough to get hurt.

Sometimes I guess he found that feeling with me.

The other times, he found it being lost.

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