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i think i'll miss you forever.

it's been eight bitter years since i've been seeing your face. you're walking away, and i will die in this place.

trust is a wound that never truly heals, the scabs picked off ﹠ made bloody—raw with each breach and betrayal.

i have this urge. i have this urge to kill ﹠ show that i'm alive.

I DON'T WANT WHAT YOU HAVE, I WANT TO BE YOU.

i came to you as a lover, you to me as an executioner.

i  miss  you  more  than  i  remember  you.

they  asked,  'do  you  love  her  to  death?'  i  said,  'speak  of  her  over  my  grave  and  watch  how  she  brings  me  back  to  life'.

i believe in fate. there’s a reason we met. there’s something between us. i can see it.

i'm far from human. i can't make much of human emotions.

i don't care if they hunt me! i'll just run away! i’ll run, and i'll run and keep on running for another lifetime i have to! and when things calm down, i’ll quietly settle by their side again.

i will love you tomorrow, and next week, and i will love you when we return to the earth, but tonight is for missing you ﹠ silence.