There he was, and I collapsed and yelled his name. He swiftly turned around and started crying as he saw me. He got away from the cliffside and ran up to me.
I cannot handle this.
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Cannot handle (Phan)
PoetryHe shook it off as if nothing happened, and hugged me. His warmth calmed me a bit. But he knew I couldn't handle the truth. --- Phan story. It was meant to be Dan's perspective, but it's in whatever perspective you want to read it in. It doesn't eve...
