We waited for the train wreck, because we knew it was on its way. Just a matter of time, we told ourselves. And sure enough, it arrived in flames and tears. The horizon held promise but we never made it that far. Her music filled the room with hope but it died before the sunset. That room is painted in tragedy now and still I sit in the corner. Give me the brush, darling, and let me change the shade. You and I were never cut out for this, yet the cards were dealt nonetheless. I wish your life still touched with mine. Until death do we part, but I refuse to let go. Even in death, my love, your name fills my journal pages.
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