𝙱𝙸𝚁𝙳𝙸𝙴  𝙾.  𝙲𝙾𝙷𝙴𝙽,     #     🍷
         you  feel  it  every  day,   the
         blood  on  your  hands  and
         his  dead  corpse  in  your  arms.
         it's  all  you  think  about.   who
         are  you  now  that  you  watched
         him  die  in  your  arms?   a  crazy
         depressed  widow  who  mixes
         her  meds  with  cheap  wine?
         aren't  you  too  young  for  that?