I Will Love My Friends Until My Heart Goes Out

By wph

MY HEART IS ONLY ABOUT THE SIZE OF MY FIST. I HAVE WEAK ARMS, SO MY FISTS DON'T HIT VERY HARD. MY HEART IS DIFFERENT IN THIS REGARD.

SO, I GATHER MY SMALL FISTFUL OF PEOPLE INTO MY CHEST AND TELL THEM I WILL LOVE THEM FOREVER. I WILL LOVE THEM HARDER THAN ANYONE KNOWS THEY CAN LOVE ANYTHING. I WILL LOVE THEM SO HARD THAT OTHERS WILL FEAR ME FOR HOW MUCH I LOVE THEM. I WILL LOVE THEM SO HARD THAT MY BODY WILL BECOME NOTHING BUT SOFT BEATING TISSUE, AND EACH ONE OF THEM IS WARM FROM THE GIFT OF MY PULSING ARTERIES.

When all the love has radiated from my body and I am exhausted of my purpose, I will rest.

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wph

VT

16 years old

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