The Universe may stop functioning
Pull away, apart
But I'll never stop loving you
The Galaxies may stop radiating
But I'll never stop insulating you from misery
The Sun may extremely melt into foams
But I'll never stop protecting you from fading away
The Air may lose its existentiality
But I'll never stop sharing with you the residual volume that is left in my lungs.
I promise.
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