I was just going to the bank. Minding my own business.
He walked out in front of my car, and he wrecked me.
I didn't even try to swerve. I ran smack into him.
He knew he wasn't okay. He knew this would happen. He knew that i would give him the attention and support he had just lost. He needed it so bad... and knew he wasn't in the position to give it to himself.
He needed me so bad... but not how a boy should need a girl.
It was disguised pretty well. I saw it... but not really.
He always told me i was different. So different.
Was I?
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