When I died, I wasn't ready to leave you. Your pocket knife was on the table. I poured myself into it. You took that knife everywhere with me inside. But tonight you dropped me when it mattered most. I know I should be sad, but now you're here too. We can move on together.
7:11 PM - 11 Apr 2018
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