Missing you to death. Almost literally to death. A year ago, I was watching you. A year ago, I was confused, but hopefull. A year ago, I tought "hey, maybe I can be happy". A year ago, I've started a chain of events that fucked everything up. A year ago. A fucking shitty year ago. Wish I haven't met everyone I've met this year. I wish I had died in your place.
No matter how loud I scream,
how silently I pray,
how hard I try,
how easy I look at things,
you're dead.
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