I'll Always Come Back for You
That wasn't living. That wasn't surviving. That was dying.That was the descent into madness. That was the loss of everything important. Ever. That was all we had to look forward to. We agreed to do it. We sat in our little safe dark room. We ate our last bits of food. We said "tomorrow for sure". It would be Valentines Day by our count. It just seemed to fit. We didn't have anything to use. No bullets. That would be the best choice. No pills. Drifting painlessly into sleep would be too easy.…
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