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TW: Suicide Dear Little Boy, In 2012 you threw up on me while I was sleeping. I never forgave you because I suspected it was on purpose....

I'm peeling my eyes open, but that's futile; I'll eventually close my eyes, and the human desire to stop immediate pain will inevitably...

You dissolved through the haze of summer. Disintegrating like melanin in my subtle bronze as months passed on. You decayed beneath gaps...