You can't keep telling me that it hurts
Can't you see there's nothing I can do to help
There's so much I would give you if you ma-
STOP SHAKING GODDAMNIT
I can't support you
I can't make it better and
god
We're both going to die like this
You would think it would feel more poetic than this
But you're so, so pale
and I
I'm so empty
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