Dear you,
9 months later.
I am still in the same place.
I hate you.
I only think about you.
I think about my future.
You could've been in it.
We could've been it.
I disappoint myself.
For thinking of you.
Enough.
Get out, you.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
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