Things got serious sister..

 I choked tonight sister

All I could do was keep swallowing, hoping for air. 

How did you do it sister. Of all of the methods, why did you think you deserved that way to go? 

Because the brief few seconds I couldn't breathe, I freaked out. 

I'm sorry you hurt so much sister. I wish you saw your worth. I love you. 

You deserved so much better. You are so much better.... 

Without you here, it's a literal physical living hell for me. 

I miss you. So goddamn much. 

I love you. So goddamn more than I could ever put into words. 

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