If it's what you want, then don't talk. We'll sit here in silence; no words, no letters. We'll sit here in silence because maybe it's better than realizing the truth we can't handle. I feel as if I'm trying, and I'm willing to die to make you realize our situation. As if nothings enough, we could make it out alive and unharmed. I keep this inside with the best intentions, but it brings out the worst in what we have. We will get out alive. My stomach feels like caving in every time I hear these words, "it's never too late and later is better than what we have." I feel as if I'm trying.
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