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No words can describe my love for John Lennon except obsessive, maybe. My heart jumps when I see his name in text or his face in the media because I forget he’s so famous. I smile to myself when I think about his lyrical nonsense, and always, since forever, wanted to be just like him. His words written everywhere on my tongue, his thoughts weaved in my mind. His voice draped over my ears, his face burned in my cornea. And it’s the only face you can see, over and over again, repeated in my drawings. The things he did slowly become the things I’m doing, the words he said slowly become the words I’m saying. He was—

And then all of a sudden, he died.

The End.

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