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dear, lincoln.

it's been a while.

it's been 6 years since i'm locked in the ground. ironic, huh?

it's been 6 years since praimfaya.

it's been 6 years since you're gone.

you keep hunting me, lincoln.

with your "this isn't you, octavia."

and "please don't do this."

but you would understand if you were here.

if you were here, everything would be different.

especially me.

by the way, i'm sorry i killed luna. i know she was your friend.

i'm lost, lincoln.

i went from girl under the floor to blodreina too quickly.

all i do is hurt everyone.

i'm so tired. 

so tired.

all of my love, 

octavia.

  "When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him

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