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my fault. My fault for living. My fault

for existing in her world.

Sad Billy is the worst because she

tries to hurt herself. I wonder if, in those

times, I should let her. Just turn a blind

eye when she places a knife to her wrist

or downs a bottle of pills with scotch.

Billy's multiple facets make me crawl

inside my skin. She smells of smoke and

scotch now. I let myself be dragged into

the one place she knows I hate the most.