Just woke up about an hour ago.
I've been asleep for nine days and let me tell you, I'm rested!
That's the last time I stay up for a month with out any sleep!
But over my long, long nap I discovered that my life will go on.
And on.
And on.
Owen's won't, if I die I'll come back, he won't.
He should be with who he wants to be while he can.
I shouldn't be angry or sad, because if he's happy I'm happy.
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