the book of Judith
Pages
17.3.10
He Catches Raindrops From His Window; Making Puddles In His Hands. He Sees How Quick The Water's Rising As Another Raindrop Lands.
I'm trying really hard to save you.
Please don't kill yourself.
It's hard to convincing somebody to live,
when they make dying sound so appealing.
I don't know who's winning this debate,
but we might both be losing.
I want you to live,
and
you make me
want to die.
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