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Is this the end? Skin intertwined sparks the start of your new life. I'm not alone. I'm not alone. My heart is beating itself to death, but I'm still here, for another day, another month, another year. I'm not leaving you. I promise.

I'll bury you in my heart, the one around my neck that you sent because it matches my favourite t-shirt. I can't let the paint peel.

It's last period Geography, so I won't be as poetic as I should be. Maybe I can make a metaphor out of the teacher's pen running out. I could be so pretentious as to stick in a Maori word from my perspectives sheet; taonga. You're taonga- an abstract treasure, though that word's really more to do with nature than people. I could break a paragraph in the middle of

A sentence; enjambment, that's called. Open close, open close, open close your mind like a goldfish's mouth. You'll make it. I promise.

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Is this the end? Skin intertwined sparks the start of your new life. I'm not alone. I'm not alone. My heart is beating itself to death, but I'm still here, for another day, another month, another year. I'm not leaving you. I promise.

I'll bury you in my heart, the one around my neck that you sent because it matches my favourite t-shirt. I can't let the paint peel.

It's last period Geography, so I won't be as poetic as I should be. Maybe I can make a metaphor out of the teacher's pen running out. I could be so pretentious as to stick in a Maori word from my perspectives sheet; taonga. You're taonga- an abstract treasure, though that word's really more to do with nature than people. I could break a paragraph in the middle of

A sentence; enjambment, that's called. Open close, open close, open close your mind like a goldfish's mouth. You'll make it. I promise.