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factory reject dead.

I'm feeling sure that you've gone and left this world, leaving me behind to wonder where you went.
Dammit.
Why couldn't you tell me if/when you died?
Dammit.
What happens to all these unfilled promises?
Dammit!
Will I never get to hold you?
Will I never reach up to feel your cool skin brush against mine?
Will I never cry because you have wounded my spirit with harsh words?

No...
I shall only ever cry now, because there were no words.

Oh, love!
You have left me desolate and alone, wounded with an arrow called love, and infected by a thing called fear.

I fear that you live no more.

Please God, don't take him from me...

If he goes, all that is worth something in this miserable life goes with him.
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