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Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Dc.3

It would figure, wouldn't it, that the people I care about leave me eventually.

Why don't you just kill me off, then?
Tear the skin off my bones and let the blood fall out.
I wasn't going to feel anything anymore, and then there you were. And you saved me, pulled me back, and made me smile. You promised me forever, but I didn't get very long, did I?

You are Fleeting.

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