From smoking, i dun even know whether i'll be here to talk to you anymore.
I'm sorry, i dun know if this is the better option. But i'm here to live that decision through. The thoughts are plaguing my mind. The very thought, of not being able to touch your arm, to comb your "fur" eats me from the inside.
To watch your name blinking on my phone yet, using my pillow to muffle the sounds, the images.
I didnt want you to hear the tears fall.
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