I was five and he was six.

We rode on horses made of sticks.

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Seasons came and changed the time.

When I grew up, I called him mine.

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Now he's gone, I don't know why.

And 'till this day, sometimes I cry.
 
He didn't even say goodbye.

He didn't take the time to lie. 

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He was lying on his bed. Headphones on his ears, his whole body hurt. It wasn't because of the Lee bodyguards who beated him up out of Sungyeol's bed. No. It was something more, from inside, maybe from inside his chest, he didn't know anymore. He just wanted to sleep, dream of a perfect world by Sungyeol's side, by his perfect baby side. Oh, how he missed him. Only two days had passed, two days crying in bed. Was his baby crying too? ... Of course he was. Sungyeol was the one who cried by everithing. He sighed... that time when he cried on that unknown  uncle wedding. His little choding. Myungsoo put a hand over his chest. Only thinking... Remembering beatiful memories of Sungyeol, made his heart beat again. But now he's gone. He's no more his Sungyeol.

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ok, I think now I can go on wuth the idea i had from the beggining(?) 

Thanks for taking you time on reading this~