I only have a little time, such a little time for me to hold on to. The time I have suffocates me yet I continue to hold on with a deathly grip. You can't leave yet. I'm not ready.

You are the first to love me truly, the first to take care of me, and the first person I could hold onto.

But like all good things, I have to let you go soon. I've come to the terms that you won't be here when I open my eyes again, that I won't have your love, your touch, or your humor.

But its for the best, right? I need to let go, let you heal. Let me heal. And maybe we will meet again someday soon.

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