you were left behind. gonegonegone and buried underneath piles of snow in a foolish avalanche that should've missed you by a mile, but you chased after me (i was trying to get away from the natural disaster myself) and you got yourself stuck in the middle and how am i supposed to be sympathetic when it is your selfless act that took you away from me?
the hate flooding my bloodstream scares me but it is the only thing keeping me from tripping from falling from crying from breaking down from following you-
who gave you permission to protect me? because i sure as hell didn't.
july 10th
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