259 days left
that's all. Until
the one you promised me
the one you built up so well
just to tear down again -
fully aware it'd take me with it.
So I've decided that
I will treat myself
to a day filled with purples
and the smell of roses.
That way I never have to
remember what
dying feels like.
259 days. Left.
That's all.
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