No real ships just something I wanted to write

Also I wrote this real fast, so that's why it's so bad

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Have you ever had a dream that your favorite Baby's drowning and you grab him by his sweater sleeve, pull him up onto the ground

The boy grabbed his black sweatered friend, pulling him up onto the ground. 

and you can hear the water slosh, around inside his tiny gut, push his belly up and down but he can't cough the water up.

He kept giving him cpr, yet it wouldn't get the water out. He was crying, tears falling onto the soaked sweater.

Suddenly a flood comes out his mouth until 'til there is nothing left inside of him, he's empty now.

The blood, it was everywhere, all over him and around him.

There isn't even one small breath and he goes limp in your arms.

His heart stopped, everything stopped around him. He. Was. Dead.

All the people's mouths are moving all you here are car alarms

Everyone around him with shocked expression, the look of grief stuck on his face.

and you wake up and start to cry.

He woke up, after realizing it was a dream, he hops off his bed and walks down the endless hallway.

I will loose my shit if one more person I know dies so

He pulls up to the grave, the man's name engraved into it..

Please.

Don't.

Die.

Max.

You traded all your paperclips for a soap dish, that way

He placed all the flowers down on his grave, he used his last bit of money to buy these beautiful flowers.

Your best friend's rubber ducky wouldn't slip and slide away

He walked away from the grave, tears in his eyes.

But he traded his rubber duck for a cigar box to place, Your paperclips in

Max traded his life to let Ross live, but look where it's gotten him.

Mr. Hooper came to say...

Ross went over to the liquor store, picking up a six pack of beer.

Oh my dear friends bert and ernie

Opening the door to his apartment, he walks into the kitchen and grabs a knife.

Here's a little something for each of you from me

He pops open the beer bottle, cutting his wrist and letting the blood drop into his drink.

Here are your paperclips and here's your rubber ducky

He takes a swig, only to have the feeling of dizziness wash over him, but, he was used to it by now..

How could I ignore such selfless generosity?

He was actually happy this way, he might've been poor and saw his boyfriend die, but being alone to wallow in his sorrow made him feel a tiny bit better.

.The human body's made up of good and bad bacteria

Of course, he had the good parts of him, but those were corrupted by his depression and drinking habits. Most people would say being able to drink a six pack in less than fifteen minutes is bad, but to Ross...

But the antibiotics and the antibacterials are killing all the good ones

It was a blessing.

And the bad ones just get stronger and become super infections

His insides were now destroyed, the alcohol ripping away at his systems and blood, but it didn't matter if he only had a few months or a few weeks left to live because in the end..

It's harder to destroy them and it's harder to detect them

He would get to see his boyfriend again.

And there's something in her blood, and there's something in her leg,

Slowly trudging back to the hallway, he walked into the bathroom

And there's something in her brain

He opened the cabinet and grabbed the orange bottle

My mom's sick she's in a hospital bed

Like I said..

I've got a word for all you ghosts in her head

He's ready for death, in any way, shape or form

And all you skeletons in her closet

He grabbed his boyfriend's sweater, he had saved it for something like this

Leave her alone, leave her alone, leave her alone, leave her alone

He left the bathroom, and started to clean a little bit, so he could at least die in a clean place.

Leave her alone, leave her alone, leave her alone please

The angels, they're gone, now it's the devil's turn

Because my mom needs you gone, my mom needs you gone

He popped open the pill bottle, he then walked over to the cabinet and grabbed a glass.

As long as she is haunted she'll never get strong

He poured the container of pills into a glass and walked into the living room.

My mom needs you gone

Everything was clean, or at least what it could look like for a 15 minute clean up.

My mom needs you gone

He poured the pills into his mouth, a burning sensation in his throat as he swallowed them.

My mom needs you gone

He closed his eyes, letting himself fall onto the floor as he went numb.

My mom needs you gone

Then everything went black.

My mom needs you gone...

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Next one shot will be based off the song "I am not a robot" By Marina and The Diamonds

(-w-)/ Bye now