BBG.
You.
You’re terrified of losing me.
Because you know
You might not ever see me again
After eleven days.
That’s the day
I’m going to leave you.
There’s nothing
Any of us could do
To stop it.
I’m sorry.
But that doesn’t mean
You can’t be strong.
It doesn’t mean
That you can’t go on.
Make life your bitch, Abi.
You can rock your life.
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