Crywolf Quantum Immortality
Subscribe: Photo By: Dustin Hollywood Its a slow sort of death, I think. Im trying to hold your particles, but my clumsy hands are too big. Watching you erode, but not in peace. A slow burn, a steady breath, escaping your painted lips. You look into my eyes longingly. Frantically. Panicked. In a moment, I realize you never learned how to let the air back in. Its a slow sort of death, I think but we are all dying, arent we Cant we just figure out a way to
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