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Bub

i cant roll up my sleeves the same way. all i can remember is the blooding dripping down like the poison that spilled from your lips when you told me you'd be better. not all of it is your fault, its everyone, but i still wish you were here. i'd write you a postcard with the blood i drew if i knew where you were. why dont i ever know where you are but see you all the time? its funny how it works like that. i wish things were better, i wish you were better, but i know better. it'll never happen. You never called me bub, and you never will.

written 10/11/24