Stop Me.

"Rereading her texts doesn't bring her back from the dead." And I'm dead anyways. So read my texts all you want. Somebody pick a fight with me. Set this all ablaze and watch the photos burn. No. I can't do that. I will not give the world the satisfaction of being right about me. That I'm this monster... Rereading her texts doesn't bring her back from the dead. But she's not dead. So let me rephrase: Rereading her texts... doesn't bring her back.

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