Testo Five. Year. Winter
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Dear Tiffany, You've made me nauseous for the last time. Everything I've said to you, I will form into a spike (to drive through my throat). In order to stop my words this time I'll put them in the ground along with my memories and my feelings. I'll burn it down and walk away, let the fire warm my back. I wish that you would say you hate me, that would make it so much easier. Burn it down and walk away... Love, Dnaiel.