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My heart might truly combust. 

SO MUCH LOVE for a dead man. 

Nowhere for it to go but throughout every nook, and cranny of the universe. 

Currently spending my nights under the rooftop of both his life, and his death. 

How does one cope? 

Tell me, how in the hell does one cope?

I Loved him with every inch of me, and absolutely nothing less to the point, that when I think of even his corpse.. 

body parts of mine get worked up that if I were to name, make me feel like I am wrong in every sense of every way. 

And now I'm looking over my shoulder. 

Now I'm looking over my shoulder. 

I screamed his name out in a parking lot today. 

One that we fucked in too many times before too ever quite count. 

I did it thinking that it might ease the pain with some damage control. 

The price of an echo.

The price of my echo.

Worthless.