and half the things I say aren't true. You probably will never read this but I still do need you. Alive and well and happy. Not tortured, not turned into flimsy ashes that can't withstand even the weakest breeze. I am no good for you, damn it. You know it's true. You know the crazy comes back stronger when I'm around you; don't lie to me, because I feel that way too. Now your ghost and my guilt will haunt me forever, but I'm hoping you will get on with your life. Maybe one of us can be saved.
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