sometimes i think “ill die without you”

then i remember youre gone and ill die without you,


everyone dies alone but not everyone dies knowing youre dead.

i hate myself for being jealous of anyone who thinks youre still alive but

remembering youre gone feels like a punishment ill never feel sorry enough to end.

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