We are both broken. Bent by time's withering grasp,
shattered by life's beautiful and tragic dance. Both gasping
for air, trying to cling to one another like our lives depend
on it. In a way they do, without you I can't seem to breathe.
Does it even matter any more? Is this really worth
fighting for? We are both struggling so hard, afraid to
be hurt again, afraid of the truth. But sweetie, I love you.
I trust you, I believe in you. Why ruin a good thing?
Why are we so afraid?
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