He is not dead.
He was always alive.
He missed me too.
He never had the chance.
He almost broke me.
He is working on it as well.
He cares about my existence.
He is just beginning.
He lives far away.
He is right here.
He was always there for me, even if it was his fault.
He was the reason I cried.
AW, FUCK MAN.
Not this shit again.
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