Prick

I would save you, somehow, somewhere. Memories. I’ll make sure you stay. That irritating happiness that spread all over so long, needs a home. Under my skin, where it belongs. I’ll make sure they moisten my eyes. And that I’ll smile. Be struck by lightning and die.

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