Sadness
I wonder if his sadness is the same as mine.
I wonder if he knows all I know and sees a limited choice of solutions, as I often do.
It occurs to me that he is braver than I, I find myself a little envious.
I hope he knows I love him, he is my beautiful baby goth teenage perfection.
I hope he knows I love him.
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