Somedays, I miss you, but if you’re ever going to ask yourself if there was any hope for us, I just want you to know that there wasn't. There was never anything you could do to change that; we were just a couple of lost causes anyway. And by that I mean we were dying from the moment we were born, but not in a beautiful way, because our lives are like those horrible accidents that you can’t seem to look away from - we were sort of gorgeous in the way that train crashes make your stomach churn.

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