We were surviving with each other and now we’re dying together. We realized we can’t consume what we’re allergic to.
You learned to trade current assets for those who’s worth ended in lesser value.
Although, I have to romanticize it, right? That’s what we do, isn’t it? That’s how we live.
And God knows I could too. I do have enough to say about you. But I don’t want to anymore.
-I should’ve known. After all, I never wanted to write about you anyways.