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[___stoic]

I dreamt of this boy, who I can only vaguely define as a 'boy' because his age was elusive and began to change when he looked at me. He was holding my hand in one of his, while he drew on it with his other hand. I didn't want him to let go, when I woke up; and so I couldn't wake up, I refused to. I kept closing my eyes so he could hold my hand a

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[rilascio]

and he'd understand the risk

Does anyone ever understand the risk? Something in my soul tells me no... as much as I would like to argue with it, I haven't the heart, the gut, nor the strength.

[___stoic]

Even I don't, in the moment.
I want to scar it into the back of my hand "Don't forget, damnit, don't."