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It's cold here.

The memories have rushed in.

Without anyone here to hold me.

I walk on the road.

Breathe the air.

I haven't seen you for so long.



I come in.  Shut the door.

The noise of the door shutting

seems so dreadful.

Look around.

And I see your face everywhere.



Go in the bedroom.

Bad idea.



I went to the bathroom.

Took off my clothes.

Let the water run.

It's burning hot.

But at least I can feel it.



I laid down on my bed.

Took a deep breath.

And I cried my sorrows away.

It shouldn't of ended this way.



I went to the den.

Looked at your chair.

Never liked the thing anyway.

But it seems sadder than I am.



I went to the kitchen.

Boiled water.

And looked at the pills in the cabinet.



I've got nothing to lose.

Just my reason to live.

Drank my coffee.

Thought about it some more.



I am such a son of a bitch.



I should've never told you

to get my chinese food.

Now you've paid the price,

and it wasn't the price of the food.

The price of my love and your life itself.



Now I'll be with you.



We'll eat all the chinese food

for all eternity..........



Now I'm free................