Each
closet, each dust bunny. Every nook and cranny, everything reminds me of you.
How
can one person be in my life this deep.
More
than anyone else, you have gotten into my system. You have become an existence
I am frightened of.
This
can't go on.
Maybe it doesn't need to.
Maybe it doesn't have to.
The
white dress hung in simple, flowing folds. It was beautiful, but it contained
lost love and broken promises.
Broken
by the one thing nobody can reverse.
Death.
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