I thought of you again today. You were so close that I could feel your embrace. I wanted to forget about you, push you out of my mind, yet here you are. Why can’t I let go of you? I always think of you when I make a mistake that makes people hate me. I hear your voice saying that I’m better off with you. Maybe you’re right. We’ll meet one day, Suicide. You’ll win in the end.
Signed,
Your old friend
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