When she says it, it is not an order it is just a fact. One of the few things I believe
It feels like the last light and one that is fading from me, like running down a hall where the last door is always the same distance from you no matter what you do
She saw the doors open and believed what she saw inside laid bare in front of her
I wonder if she will help me, I've put her on a pedestal
I hope I don't fuck it up
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