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Promise me you’ll get help, and go to therapy. Please find out what’s your problem, and feed me the details. Tell me you love me, and there is no one else. Forget about the streets and attend Sunday masses with me, and maybe you will be forgotten in hell.



Let me touch you, the way I have let you take control of me. Stop cutting your heart apart for no reason that’s worth to bleed for. If only I had reached you in time, I would be telling you this. Instead, I wrote it in a letter, that once laid on top of your casket. Promise me, that you will be there to open the holy gates and stop them if they try to point me the other way. Please forgive me. As you always kept your promise. I regret that time, I wish you went away.