He's been speaking with the clouds again, that dear sound boy. I feel that it is only a matter of time until he coaxes cancer boy up beside him. What will I do then when both of my boys of hearts are up on the roof with the clouds in their ears? This cloudspeak has taken them away.
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Have I not introduced cancer boy yet? He's my dearest friend, even if he doesn't quite realize it. Don't think of his name negatively because he isn't a horrible person like everyone thinks. He laughs at broken glass and blood and scars, but he mourns broken hearts and lost friends and being alone.
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He earned his name because once he gets a hold of you, he doesn't let go. He forces you to grow greater than you ever thought imaginable. He forces you to live life like every moment is your last. He forces you to love what you have and forget what you don't. His heart sends out those little red ribbons to tie around your wrists and throat that pulse happiness into you.
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However, despite how little I want to admit this: cancer boy is the oxygen to a burning world. Without him, it would all turn to ash. With him, it will all turn to ash (just after more destruction). He was the one who taught me how to love the sound of shattering glass. He was the one who infected my hands with the need to spill blood. He was the one who made me cry little rotten apple hearts every night.
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I love him, my perfect cancer boy.
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