Some nights it gets hard to remember that you're no longer here. You are, your name hasn't been written in the cemetery quite yet, you still wander with your heart beating, though I can't hear it anymore because you won't let me close enough. You continue living, and I wonder if you're doing okay, but I have no choice to assume that you are, because I'd be the last person you'd talk to if you needed someone. Right?All Rights Reserved
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