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Death is never pretty. I know that... But I needed to see you, one last time. It was a mistake... Those tubes, your dry eyes, glazed over in the absence of your soul... You were out of your mind, but I loved you. Knowing you were locked inside was hard, but I knew you were still in there. That glimmer gave me a bit of hope I clung to... That was stupid and naive of me.
You're better off. No pain. No suffering. Gasping and parched, every second was torture, wasn't it? I couldn't make you change your mind. You wanted to be home... I killed you. I did. I don't care what they say... I did...
I am so fucking sorry....
You deserved so much better...
They didn't care enough... I cared enough... But you wouldn't listen... I had hoped you would realize that and come home with me... But you never did. Even when you could understand and listen to reason, you wanted to stay.... And just look at what happened.
Because of me...
Because I didn't try hard enough...
I know it's better this way... I don't want to admit it...
I just hope you guys are happy, wherever you are...
And I hope you are dancing... Playing guitar and everything is how it once was....