(only partial text taken from remaining document, entitled "we scream echoes"
"And I meant to sit down tonight and
write you something perfect
to leave a piece of me behind-
more a present than
a plea, more a blessing than
a curse, but I am
forever at odds with my
better nature and
you,
you speak to that side of me I
clamor to keep quiet.
So instead
I’ll just come into your life
and ruin it completely, drive you
all the way crazy, not
leave you half mad, push you
over the edge, not
talk you down from it- was there ever any other
option (there was never another option) was there ever a
better gift,
than the best of me,
dredged up,
from the bottom?"
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