It doesn't matter now.
All my remorse, all this sadness.
Why everytime I'm happy, or close to, bad things must happen to the people I care about?
I want her to see my wedding. my children.
I want her to live,
so pathetic.
Couldn't even find the courage to see her for the last time.
The saddest thing is
that tears, no matter how many of them,
won't bring her back.
I hate myself.
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