My love, you can't die and leave me here alone.
You're the only reason why I can live in this prison.
You breathe in my little carbon deaths and breathe out life sustaining oxygen.
Your beauty is unmatched by every monochromatic object in my cubicle.
Can't you see how important you are to the tiny world around us?
I would be so lost without you, Christmas Cactus.
Who else would I croon my sorrows to? Share my joys?
I have no one else except for these plastic troll dolls.
But they don't have what we have, baby.
They wouldn't understand.
They're not real.
Please.
Don't leave me here.
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