Last one of the night dearies
Wait, you can run too? Why didn't you leave with me if we could have been together? Don't be afraid, tomorrow I will never come back to the darkness I left behind. No;I matter too, maybe just for today. Porcelain breaks down into the palm of my hand. Please fix this. I love you too much to ask you to go. It's quick and easy to use the term, killed by your own hands. You gave way too fast , there's no saving it now.
This is my ticket to see the new version of me. Golden eyes are burning my tongue. The words spoken to me welcome death like it is a good thing. It's taken my breath faster than you ever could have.
Have an okay day my readers, goodnight
