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I’m sorry you fell for me in July I’m sorry you kissed me in August I’m sorry I broke your heart in September I remember we first met in a parking lot in Lynchburg and your skin burned a warm caramel in the sun we went to the forest and walked on the trails and I think you almost bent me over on a little wooden bridge but instead I pulled you between my legs and kissed you and your perfect gleaming teeth we ran the trails me in my beat up purple vans and my beat up black and blue heart and you with your pristine tye dye shirt and the hard abs underneath cross lateralled over bone and because of you my favorite flower is now a bright and vivid sunflower we broke into an abandoned house and laid in the dark on the cool floor and I took pictures of you as you played earl sweatshirt like hey maybe one day we could live in a place like this and just... be but that was all before I crushed you with the weight of my heavy heart and left you in a pool of blood on the floor of that abandoned house and seemingly never looked back
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Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
Dear John (September)
I’m sorry you fell for me in July I’m sorry you kissed me in August I’m sorry I broke your heart in September I remember we first met in a parking lot in Lynchburg and your skin burned a warm caramel in the sun we went to the forest and walked on the trails and I think you almost bent me over on a little wooden bridge but instead I pulled you between my legs and kissed you and your perfect gleaming teeth we ran the trails me in my beat up purple vans and my beat up black and blue heart and you with your pristine tye dye shirt and the hard abs underneath cross lateralled over bone and because of you my favorite flower is now a bright and vivid sunflower we broke into an abandoned house and laid in the dark on the cool floor and I took pictures of you as you played earl sweatshirt like hey maybe one day we could live in a place like this and just... be but that was all before I crushed you with the weight of my heavy heart and left you in a pool of blood on the floor of that abandoned house and seemingly never looked back
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Mar 10, 2014
Mar 10, 2014 at 10:42 PM UTC
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