THERE WAS A BOY WHO WAS DYING. HE WAS DYING, AND YOU COULD DO NOTHING ABOUT IT. YOU LOVED HIM. YOU WORSHIPPED EVERY BREATH THAT CAME OUT OF HIS LIPS, EVERY BLINK OF HIS FORGOTTEN EYES. YOU LOVED HIM WITH ALL OF YOUR MIGHT, AND NOW HE WAS GONE. HIS ONCE BRIGHT SMILE HAS NOW TURNED TO ROT, THICK HAIR NOW THREADS OF NOTHINGNESS. HES GONE. HES-
YOU CRY. THE ONLY THING YOU COULD DO WAS BAWL AND KISS WHAT COULD'VE HAPPENED GOODBYE. THE SALTY TEARS TASTE LIKE HIS CONCEPTUALIZED LIPS ON YOUR OWN.
DU LIEST GERADE
paradox
Short Story"You missed me. Yeah that's right, I saw you go to my grave every day, admit it."
