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I'm an asshole.
Somewhere everything got blurry and the difference between the dead and the living faded into one.
Somewhere I forgot that the dead are buried and gone.
Somehow everyone else's feelings stopped mattering.
So long as it still felt that he was around.
I'm fucking terrible.
Honestly.
I don't deserve less than half the friends I know.
Least of all you, because I've wronged you more than anyone else.
I can't replace people, or events, just for a fleeting glance of the way things used to be.
I'm so so so sorry, one day I hope I'll be able to explain this all.
Somewhere everything got blurry and the difference between the dead and the living faded into one.
Somewhere I forgot that the dead are buried and gone.
Somehow everyone else's feelings stopped mattering.
So long as it still felt that he was around.
I'm fucking terrible.
Honestly.
I don't deserve less than half the friends I know.
Least of all you, because I've wronged you more than anyone else.
I can't replace people, or events, just for a fleeting glance of the way things used to be.
I'm so so so sorry, one day I hope I'll be able to explain this all.