Silly, poor Erin. He probably didn't need that either. He probably didn't need any of it, but...
"Tough!"
It's like, one layer at a time, the skin broke, letting all the sand from the Hourglass blood fall spill out. Andthatwasthat. He was empty. You couldn't take anything else from him.
It belonged to him.
...or not.
Eric is dead. Yeah? So is
all
the
other
people...
all. every. person...who ever lived.
Greedygreedy Eric, thought he could escape;
Tumble off the world, and crawl off into space.
Greedygreedy Eric, tried to skip his meals;
he didn't need a sweater, no need to hide/conceal.
Greedygreedy Eric, who cut up all his skin;
he's running out of sleeping pills, with which they bury him.
That greedygreedy Eric, who can't stand on his own,
he's just some dirt and rocks, and under that, he's bone.
But he gave in, gave up...
he let it all go.
Poor greedygreedy Eric, her smile he'll never know.
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