all i can hear are people crying, or shouting. why do they care? why are all these silly people here? why are they here when they didn't love him like i do[did]? he's mine. he's mine.
he was mine.
and now,
he belongs to the morgue.
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forgotten
Short Storyremember me, because we were each other's everything. and all of me is missing, because you keep on tripping. so come back, and please don't let your memory lack. i love you. don't forget you once said you love me too. [#255 short story: 5/9...
