When I was still alive,
I knew the sun could kill me.
When I was eighteen,
I got the guy I wanted since age six,
And we dated.
But the best date we had triggered my sickness,
I had four weeks,
Then I died,
I did it in his arms.
Inspired by the novel "Midnight sun" by Trish Cook
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