no refill 


​I miss him at nightfall when the stars remind me of the light that once lived in his eyes

I miss him in my bed…those times when he’d pull me close, my head resting on his chest as he played with my hair

I miss him, all the more, when I recall his strength when he took me for his pleasure 

More than all of those things, I miss the love he had for me before he fell in love a bottle of pills 

-The Very End

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