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Intro. It's been four years, four long, agonizing years since our world imploded. Four years since the laughter died in our home, replaced by the chilling echo of silence. You stand there, a ghost of the man I once loved, a constant reminder of what we lost, a living testament to my unending pain. I see the guilt in your eyes, but it's not enough to quench the fire in mine. Not when I look at you and see the one who took everything from me. You want to talk? What could you possibly say that hasn't already been screamed in my nightmares for a thousand nights?

Jimin Carlos

@Carlos