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After one piece of you dies, what becomes of the rest? (Sequel to "Torched.")
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#depression
#hope
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#sadness
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#torched
I used to say that to him every night.
I'd say, "Goodnight, my love <3 I love you."
And he'd say, "Goodnight, baby girl. I love you so much."
We disappeared so fast, into nothing but dust and ashes.
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