without you

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By Erika

Staying up til two in the morning because of fear. Being able to get out of the car without being trambled because of death. I'd rather be trambled. Being able to sit in the swing without you drooling on me because of death. I'd rather be dripping wet with your drool. I am able to look out over the yard without you sitting in my view because of death. I hate doing this stuff without you.

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