The birds are chirping noisily. It's really sunny, and it's damn irritating. Our room became dark and dull ever since you were gone. It's like the colors died when you did. I promised you that I would be fine.... I'm sorry. I broke my promise. Now here, I lay on the floor, drunk and depressed. I hate my life. I wanted to die, but somehow, I couldn
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