I go through all the letters I never send
and I think about all the time I spend
on writing them and rewriting them.
Because I was never happy with the result.
I'm still not happy with it, it's awful, man.
I always knew that I wouldn't send them,
but still, there was something, hope.
I thought that I would find the courage
to send them, somewhen.
Now I'm sitting in my room,
reading all the letters.My hope is gone.
I'm fine with it or at least I thought that.
I don't want to die alone.
I don't want to cry alone.
But everyone's gone.
I am alone.
I cry alone.
I die alone.
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