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Nov 2015
I can not return to you the joy I once stole. No box, wrapped with even the biggest of bows will ever replace the moments that this fool went and damaged.
  I can not get you back, the one I once knew.
The part of you that I love so much, took for granted and threw in the dust. With careless actions of selfish satisfactions.
  Forgiveness is what you offered in exchange for my theft.
Own your mistakes thats what you say.
Here I am. Paying in full to own those mistakes. The bill is past due, I know that to be true, so with these words the whole world now can see. This is my mountain top, on which I can scream: I am sorry for the ways I mistreated the woman of my dreams.
Clyde Barrow
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Clyde Barrow  40/M/Oregon
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   Dead lover
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