You watch me.

We talk

some-

times.

Not often enough.

I can tell.

You become alive at my words

like a puppet

springing to life

under my

hands.

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Tell me what haunts you.

Confess.

Do you think I will laugh?

Laugh like the other do?

If that's what you think

You

are

wrong.

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Will you ever be ready?

I am here.

Here forever.

There is only one question…

How long

are

you

here

for?

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You are dieing

and there is nothing

I can do.

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So talk.

Lighten up.

I am all ears.