Every so often I think of you and it feels like I can't breathe. To be honest, during those times I don't want to. Solace has to be taken from the tiniest of things now, and it has to be enough. Most days you don't hate me, and that's all I have any right to hope for. It has to be enough.
Just drink the poison, Juliet. It's so much easier than this.
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