I can't handle that.

I’m going to lose you

And you’re going to lose me

Very soon.

I’d be lying

If I said

I could handle that.

There’s still eleven days left

But my heart hurts

Every time I think of it.

I love you, my friends

And I’ve been crying myself to sleep

Over it

Every night.

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