7 years, 2 months ago
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He is dead. I feel like I killed him. I always will. It doesn't matter that I didn't. It doesn't matter that he wanted me. That somewhere his soul said, she is worth the decrease in my health, the upsurge of seizures, the uncountered epilepsy. Somehow somewhere he must have known the risks, even as he slipped into that water-

that I was worth dying for.

I am worth dying for.


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