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2003-12-01 @ 1:00 a.m.
death is becoming

. . .But you were. . .

You could never understand that.

You were worth all of the pain, all of the longing, and all of the tears.

You were my sunshine.

Now, I'm content sitting in the darkness.

Just another one of my faults presenting itself.

I made you all worth this, because it was the turth.



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fade away - materialize