the end of the end of the end

the world is ending.

I don't think i'm sad.

or mad.

or anything.

i'm just here.

existing.

in an ending world.

with the love of my life next to me.

with our child growing inside of me.

her name was going to be Nova.

rebirth.

the start of a new beginning.

but like every star.

our's must explode too.

it will turn into a super nova.

maybe my baby will love it out there. 

death is a wonderful thing.

it teaches lessons.

shows you that everything has to end.

it is our turn now.

goodbye Nova.

fountain pen writing

allstar

OH

13 years old

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