No. These words are not my own.
I refuse. How much have we shared, how long have we known?
Deny the inevitable. To speak of endings when it feels as if our companionship has just begun.
Acceptance must be avoided. Please, do not go, do not leave.
To change, is to forget, I do not forget.
But as only can come the end to all things, you must go, and I must not follow.
As time crawls, we wait in good company.
As death rushes, so are we parted.
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