The thoughts of it

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[FYI this is in Mirclys head no one else is involved]

Even though it's only 4 in the morning and I'm tired I can't sleep. I keep replaying the dream in my head. Why. Why couldn't I have stopped her. I loved her so much I hurt her. I lost her. And I will never be able to go to prom with her. But I think the doctors saved her life. But I almost killed her.

I can't touch her. I may hurt her. But I love her. But I almost killed her. I don't know any more. What to think and not to think. What to listen to and what not to listen to. I hope she wakes up soon. I want to tell her that I'm so sorry. I want to kiss her again and again. I... love her.

 love her

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