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his hoodie

i sit in my room
wearing his hoodie
wishing so bad
that he was here.
his hoodie
smells just like him
and its nice and warm
just like his hugs.
its saturday
and i already cant wait
to see him on monday.
but until then
i have
what reminds me most of him...
his hoodie.
Written by random_4_ever (Erika)
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