When there was nothing left to burn, I had to set myself on fire, sorry I had to drag you into the flames.
This shit hurts, stings, burns and it's sore.
I'm sorry , I broke my promise... I'm gonna miss the illusion of heaven I had, even death was less threatening when you were around, but numbness of daily routine ended up to kill me , because our eyes were not longer seing what was in front of them.
I wish you trips, love, and if you want to , the oportunity to be friends.
Day 1 of 730 and counting down.
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