But when you argue with them. When you shout at them. When you wear the relationship. When you stop talking to them. When you lose them... What good is work? Your house, your money, your future. Your days. What does it matter? When you lose someone.
I found her in my ribcage. Banging angrily against her bone prison.
I cannot let you go. I'm sorry.
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