Death be not proud

I hate the fact that I can still taste you on the back of my tongue whenever I wake up late on sunday mornings. I hate that I still have one of your jackets in my closet. I hate that the smell of you has clung to my tooth brush and my towel. I hate that your presence still surrounds me, even when you're not here.

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