it's all the same once you're dead

March 29, 2016

i had a dream about you again

i looked you in the eyes and said 'sorry i still think about you'

you always lived so intensely and i admired it (thanks to my ignorance)

spoiled grape juice and fights and medication stolen from your loving mother

guess we just killed ourselves too differently, huh

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