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The only thing I loved. The one thing. Gone, dead, a bloody streak in the road. Why go on? Why care? Why should I keep living in this god forsaken world if I can’t have her? If I can’t live without her? She was everything, everything damnit. I got hit to, a fucking truck, how generic. All the stories I’ve read, always yelling at the main character to look both ways and calling them dumbasses. How did I also fall for it?