I want to hold you....
I want your skin to be warm again....
And your eyes to open...
I don't want you to be a pile of ash anymore...
I want you to undo it.
I'm mad at you.
You left me.
You left me and didn't even say goodbye.
You never told me happy birthday when you were supposed to.
I wanted you to be sorry but instead I am.
I hate you.
This isn't fair and I hate you.
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