there's a thin rope
holding our worlds
but too much weight can
erode the strongest of
ropes.
but we endure and we
hold on till our
fingernails bleed.
they told me you're getting sicker,
but
you still have me,jack.
-P
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Short Storyin which; a boy with leukaemia writes to a girl that goes by the name Polly. lower-case intended. all rights reserved. copyright © 2014 | -retrospect-