Eventually you won't even notice. Or maybe you will and you'll do what you always do and that's nothing. Just let it happen. I'm slipping right through your fingers. Just fading away.
I deserve better than all of this.
When the page turns, when the curtain closes, when the last leaf falls...who remains?
I ache.
You can't promise me anything.
Come here. I and baby will hug you.
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