Darling,
I'm tired.
So, so tired.
My eyes are bloodshot and droopy, and it is very hard to write this.
If you saw me, you would scold me for being so stupid.
You would tell me to sleep.
But I can't.
It's like a dog chasing its tail.
The tail representing sleep, and I the dog trying to reach it in vain.
I'm afraid that if I sleep, I'll wake up and you'll be gone.
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Going, Going, Gone [Completed]
Teen FictionDarling please don't be gone. * * * * * * * * * * letters of love from a boy who is still going to a girl who is almost gone