Your time has ended because you chose to end it.
I asked you.
Several times.
How many doors and windows do I need to open for you?
How many thousands of tears should I shed for you?
Life does not seem to end the way you want it to?
You chose your ending. Our ending.
Remember when I asked you what you wanted to do with us? That was my last play to at least know if anything is worth saving.
I cannot save you.
Not anymore.
You never wanted me to.
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