Sometimes I cry for hours because at some point we’ll both die
But that’s okay
Because I know I’ll wake up after and I’ll be a little worm,
Because I know I’ll be a little worm with you
Worms don’t cry about death
But worms don’t have hands
So every second in this life where I do have hands I will never let go of yours
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