Farewell, Kobe; Goodbye, The Mamba
We haven't seen Los Angeles at 4 a.m., and we never thought we'd lose our youth at that hour.
Don't tell me 'The sun will rise, and life will continue,' I just wish the sunrise could be slower, letting those who love them get a few more hours of sleep, a few more hours of sleep.
Sleep, child.
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