but they are not dying,
they are living
what is happening
at midnight the host will quickly poor champagne into 5 red solo cups, even the oldest, the one who has to drive will have a little
and they will raise their glasses and hope for a better year
they will drink and then they will all kiss and hug and make resolutions for each other
" i hope you find love"
"i hope you find happiness"
"i hope you get through everything you are going through"
I will kiss my first boy and we will both insist it doesn't count because we're gay, everyone else will laugh and insist it does.
So yes, they want to die, but they will not, they will all hold hands, shield the person next to them from harm and kick life in the ass together
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Beatrice Jaymes~ a collection of work
Thơ capoetry personal essays snippets of stories that will never be written (looks better on scroll mode than paging)
