She smiles so pretty in pictures that don’t include us.
She still looks healthy, even though she told me she’s dying.
He still looks beautiful.
He still looks beautiful.
She would still have friends, lots of them.
She would still have family, she’d still be getting married, she would still have friends.
I’m just one little piece
No one knows.
No one cares.
And if anyone else is as alone as I am, and still makes it through,
They’re better than I ever could have been.
Tick tock.
I’m just wasting time until the method presents itself.
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