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my body's begging me to cease whatever caused this condition.
my own mind refuses to acknowledge that you're gone, it still tries to bring you back though i do not want it, but i, sure as hell, need it so bad. so it kindly offers all these memories of past.
my heart can't let you go, it's something it won't learn to do. it won't listen, it does what it wants to. i cannot control it, neither predict its next move, but, dear, i'm sure it loved you more than anything it could love.
anything...
i'm torturing myself with all the letters that you wrote. when i read them, you seem closer. i know them all by heart and my mind won't let me forget as my body shook and shivered at the way you hurt with words.

chapter I: denial. §O2. head north for less information (ft. primus man of starchitect)

and all i can say is