It's been so long.
Too long.
I touched her icy flesh. I kissed her forehead. I stroked her hair.
It's been five years.
It's been too long since she's passed.
Pills.
Death.
Dead heart.
Silent.
Dead brain.
Quiet.
No more screaming thoughts.
No more pain in there.
It's been so long. Simply too long.
She didn't pass. She didn't pass!
She died tragic. Alone and in pain.
Pills, one by one, deadly.
And how much water did it take for them to go down?
I will never know.
There will be no goodbyes. No more chances for that.
How much water did it take? She didn't pass! She didn't pass!
There's so much I will never know.
It's been so long.
It's been too long since that last touch.
So long. Too long. And the tears have never stopped.
Five years. Drink it down. Five years.
That's one third her life and the rest is gone.
She's dead. It's too late. So long. Too long.
And I will never know.
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