it's been seven years, so now tonight when it hurts it's like being stabbed with a ghostly knife, pierced but never really harmed anymore. the same knife that's been stabbing me in the side every once in awhile since you died. the same fucking knife trying to rip me into strips tonight. especially tonight. and if i started to die, would they break open my ribs and massage my heart until i regained some miniscule trickle of vitality? luckily we didnt wish for you the same fate. you just died away died died died. seven years now. luckily this day is almost through. i cant deal with the hostility much longer.