Inside today.
Inside me.
Today.
I could possibly be fading.
I can feel myself growing colder.
I can feel myself under your fate.
Under.
Your fate.
It was you. Breathless and torn.
Turning me into dust.
And two strangers turning into dust.
Turning into dust.
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Um... how you doin'?
OMG. NO, NOT PREGNANT. AACK. THE VERY THOUGHT IS DISTURBINB.
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