"I knew if I lost him, I'd stop caring and become this way. I was right.
But that's okay. I'm alive.
That's what matters.
He was a bad drug. He was like heroin, and I was addicted, so obsessed that I couldn't see how he was damaging me."
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VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
After Death
PoesiaAfter one piece of you dies, what becomes of the rest? (Sequel to "Torched.")