It's a...different thing.
I shouldn't miss that red-haired demon who wrecked my life and stole every bit of innocence I could try to hold onto.
But I do.
She makes me want to curl up, cut, forget what food is.
Hey, angel, we're not together any more, I don't even know if you'll read this, but I need closure.
You may have it.
I don't.
You may love that.
Please, angel, just give me this.
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