today you told me, feebly
and with much effort,
"bobby, i know i'm dying.
please, promise me something.
promise me that after i die,
you won't be sad. tell me you'll
go on with your life and be happy.
please, please just promise me
you'll be happy." ash, you truly
astound me. but i can't. i can't
promise you that. i would be lying,
because i won't be happy. how can
i ever be happy again without you here?
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