Each and every single day seems like a good day to die.

I keep on distracting myself from that thought. But no matter what I do, it's still there. There will be a time when I'll run out of distractions. What will be left is me, death, and my love for all the people that I cared for.

And when that time comes, I hope love can save me once more.

I love you, but again
I’m sorry.
I have to go.

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