They say that, when you are about to die, your life flashes in front of you. I say this is true. I say that you flashed in front of my eyes that very second. I say I did not care about dying; I cared about what you would feel if I died. I cared about you more than anything. Pity, you care more about someone else. You always have and you always will. I say this is a waste. I say I have been wasting away.
But I will still think about you first.
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