The End
As I feel the cold and burning steel on my skin, I think of you and everything you did. I was good enough for everyone but you, yet I prized your valuation over all else. I was a fool for your words, your charm and your passion, I was blind to the vitriol that tinted it all. Your absence will haunt me forever, and I repose knowing my absence would mean nothing at all.
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