We were the same, you and me. I was afraid to die and you had no will to live. And together, we were unprecedented in our uselessness. There were no responsibilities. No one to answer to, save for each other.
No, not even each other.
And this was all fine and in fact, dandy, until you up and killed yourself.
Without so much as a recipe in your wake.
And I was already beginning to forget the fata morgana that was once our backdrop.
Oh, and the creases underneath your eyes.
I could only remember they were like purple bags with nowhere to go but down.
Hopefully life will always prevail!!!!!!!!!!
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