If I were to die today, I know what my last words would be. Those words are a secret though, because they are only meant for one person. But, at the same time, I would want the entire world to hear these last words I have for that one person, because the weight behind these words feels too great to merely whisper softly in their ear. I would want to yell, shout the words out for the world to hear. But the thing is, even that wouldn't be enough to bring the words justice.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
If I were to die today, I know what my last words would be. Those words are a secret though, because they are only meant for one person. But, at the same time, I would want the entire world to hear these last words I have for that one person, because the weight behind these words feels too great to merely whisper softly in their ear. I would want to yell, shout the words out for the world to hear. But the thing is, even that wouldn't be enough to bring the words justice.
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