The play is sucking all the fun out of me, so I wrote some emotastic poetry. Or not.
...as I see you reach for me with the worried expression on your face, like you knew these are my last minutes. My body caves in, my internal organs are giving up, one by one, I fall, you hold me up. You know. You try. You don't want to say goodbye.
Ah, screw it, Loves It <3
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