You buried yourself under your favorite willow tree in one hot Tuesday afternoon.
The final touch was the few collected daisies you placed on your headstone (from your schoolyard)...You were loved.
Did you like it so much when the maggots ate your eyes?
Remember you were loved.
How does it feel to undo yourself?
Do you wonder at all what would've happened if you stayed? I do. I am.
I still have your stupid sailor outfit, the one you wore last Christmas because you liked Halloween so much? You never got rules. You never got anything.
I let you get away with everything because no else did. Not this time.
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