If my light were to die,
the white parts of my life that you hold now would turn into shades of gray.
And slowly crack in the darkest of blacks.
I would be wholly consumed by this lack of space,
with your absence.
My hands would turn cold as my heart would also do.
If your spirit left my world, mine would soon follow.
As the plans have been in order.
I cannot be here with out you, Talor Carder.
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