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What starts off as a small insignificant tear can easily become an infected, pus-prone gash when you don’t take proper care of it.

The infection only gets worse when you refuse to acknowledge its existence. You abuse or disregard the medicine bestowed to you out of love. You continue to let something so curable destroy something so promising. And when the infection finally reaches the point of no remission, your last minute attempts to salvage what was once great, sturdy, and beautiful are as futile as a helpless fly pleading to a hungry spider.

And the saddest part of it all? This illness you brought into our lives was easily avoidable. Easily curable.

Yet you chose to let it devour everything you claimed to care about.

It is in that insufferable fact where my heart can’t even begin to comprehend the last word on its dying lips:

Why?

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