The Death of Me
Those little things, those little moments we had, they weren't little.
We had a bond, a one they all couldn't break. It was so strong, even stronger than their hate.
But we are no longer just two innocent kids, playing in a basement. That exact bond is doing this to him now and the only way to finally break it and free us both, it has to be — my death.
Because, I'd rather die and bury that bond with me than live my whole life with him hating me.
Our story can't end in hate like they all wanted, it can end in one way only; my death.
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