Never fall in love with a text that attempts to convince you that you are already dead.
Or that says you are a vampire.
Or that makes you feel distant, aloof, removed from the scene.
Because the crime has already been committed.
You don't need to read about the gory details to know that it was violent.
We were both there, all along.
The only difference is that I see autumn leaves and immediately hear the gunshot.
You just want to see the body and marvel at how it fell forward, and then was left behind.
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