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