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My fondest memory of you is when we’re both lost at sea. The moment when I’m looking at everything but you, you trying to keep the conversation alive. Yes, I remember those vividly, my thoughts were, “come on, say something” and you’d keep on talking until I’d walk away. I couldn’t handle it. I always break down after you’ve left. I’d always curse you because I can’t say anything more… I couldn’t say something nice. No, I’m just not capable of being the good one. So I’ll be good to everyone else.
I can’t hold you, so I’ll hold on to everyone. I can’t help you enough, then I’d need to help the whole world to make up for that. So I’m sorry if I like you too much.
"there's the scarlet thread of murder running through the colorless skein of life" Sherlock Holmes
Doreen Alexis
19
Eternally bound to imaginary friends.
Dreams of writing the next Suikoden storyboard.
Fights cockroaches with a light saber.
Somehow got lost in a medical course.
Abbreviates things she cannot understand.
Sings like a crazy drunkard.
Writes like it's always the last sheet of paper.
