04 Apr XX23 [23:24 EST]: letters to a corpse
tem
internal bleeding, numbness invading - inhale:
rabbit needs her home.
reality soon checks, as they've always been being.
warmth spreads, breathing stops but it's different this time.
crying, longing, but even death doesn't part.
it ends - the stopped breathing stops - exhale. \
buns
She'll never forget what happened, and bless her for that.
She was there while I found myself, and was always with soul.
The habit to think of my value to her rationally,
though that mind type serves no good function.
We existed, we laughed, and got to live out happy thoughts.
Reality ever changes and the future doesn't really need to be exact,
just with you.
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