Is it selfish of me to want you to struggle for me?
To beg of you to fight the pain; to plea that you fight the odds stack against you; to silently pray that you fight the suffering that is pulling you under. Just so I could have a little more time with you.
I guess the answer’s pretty clear. I’m an inward-gravitated bitch who asks for the unthinkable in the face of despair and all-consuming fear.
But please. Please do fight. Because I’m not ready for this. And, more than anything, because I love you. I love you so, so much.

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