Those were some really scary days, Boot.
Being involved with you was like willingly deciding…
To become a murderer, by supplying you with your poisons…
It was not something I could live with until death.

We loved eachother…
But we were not good for eachother.
Those few moments of brilliance were not enough in light of reality..
Our hell, had finally burned itself out …
And then there was nothing.

I’m sorry I didn’t see your illness as something you would never recover from.
And, I hope that wherever it is you’ve disappeared to now…
Is a place better than the experiment in pain you endured while living life.

Six years ago, and yet it feels like yesterday…
I watched you struggling down the driveway…
Leaving for good, and the last time I would see you alive  too…
Walking away in pure style. Your black hat, briefcase, and cane.
We were breaking up, and you looked like you were going out  to a fucking party!
hehehe!  Rauk.

Loving you forever now.
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She is looking for something. She has been looking for this something all her existence. But, what is it? Only the continuance of search will reveal her secret…