Fingers pale and cold as ice
Look straight into my eyes
I'm broken down into shards of glass
And then I'm gone, free at last.
I'm going to meet my old friend, Death
Don't talk me out of it, save your breath
'Cause I won't believe it, not at all
And when dawn passes, I will fall.
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a/n: So I was reading 13 Reasons Why again, and this just kind of... happened. So yeah. :P
