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Tyson Spicer
"Pink Out" Bella Burken

Am I truly gone? You can still picture me, can’t you?

My brown hair, my dark eyes. Every curve of my body,

Every freckle on my face.


You don’t?

That’s a shame.


I assume you remember the day. My empty home.

The attic door open. A rope. A fallen chair.

The look on your face.

I still feel guilty for that.

I never meant to hurt you.

Don’t think it’s your fault.


I just had to go.

It was all too much for me.

I couldn’t stay here.


But for you to just sit there, wasting away.

Stop it.

I can’t bear to watch you fall apart.

All over me.

To lose your faith in life over the absence of mine.

You might as well be dead yourself.

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