let's not pretend i'm not about to lose everything that's tied up in you. let's not pretend things won't be broken beyond repair.
am i dead yet? two days since the beginning of the end and i'm already falling apart. maybe this was meant to be, but there's too much at stake.
you kept me alive for too long, and now there are only memories and regret to hang onto as i get dragged back down.
everyone dies alone, but i'm already dead when you look at me like that and we just don't have the words to fix this. what can i do when the only person who can help me with this is you? maybe we both ignored the smallest of signs all pointing to one thing. or maybe this is what we wanted. but if this means letting you go, then i'll do that for you.

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