Just tell me how and tell me when and I'll be there as soon as I can.
Take a deep breath and hold it in. Don't you dare let it out until this is all better.
If I'm not helping then tell me to leave. But you know you can't do this alone.
I'm your support whether you like it or not. Sorry if I'm not quite satisfactory.
We've never had any practice with this sort of thing. This was never taught.
Our choices- taking chances- all of our worst fears.
Our hate really isn't hate. Never was, never could be.
One last chance.
Keep holding your breath. Don't let it out, just don't let it go.
For once in our lives giving up might be our best bet. But I'm not taking that bet.
I don't have the time or the patience.
We don't make sense but everyone knows that making sense went out of style a long time ago.
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