Dear, Die-ary
Today I found out that I'm dead
But there was Squee holding me tight against his chest
He was telling me that it was going to be alright
I couldn't help it
I cried
I love him
So dearly
I think Squee is my lost Lenore
From Edgar Allen Poe's poem "The Raven" and "Lenore"
Oh, Todd Casil will you be mine I asked inside my head
Your eyes are so innocent and calming
Your heart is pure and lovely
If I ever get the chance to win you I will try
I love you Todd
You are my Lenore
Edgar showed me you
You who are my Lenore my sweet little dead boy
Which died so young my love
Oh, how I missed you sweet little Todd
Now you are older but still have your child contained
Todd you hear me suffering, crying, dying yet you try to smile
Please don't leave
PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ME TODD
I'm alone
I'm scared
I want you my sweet child
Please don't leave
Please do try
Please
Save me
love
