Erase the last year. The last two?
Why didn't you leave me. Just leave me. Leave me leave me leave. So long ago. So long ago. So long ago. I may not have hated my existence so much then. I may have built something else in Denver. Something that wouldn't have to die with you now.
My life is over. So, hey, build a new one! They say. Better materials! Uncompromised! It sounds so simple. YOUR LIFE HAS ENDED, EVA. DEAL WITH IT. You have time to make a new one, so, pff, who cares about that shabby old thing. No one else really thought it was all that great, anyway.
I did. I care. I don't know how to build. My house has burned down.
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