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Nov 2014
i bet you don't write anymore.
and if you do i'll never read it.
i was sick and sad and i ruined everything.
you'd be surprised at what i still remember.

i romanticize who you were and where i've been.
god knows love sure as hell isn't what we thought it was.
for too long, i was young and stupid.
back when your hands were still in my hair.
i swept everything beneath the rug, for years it sits, hidden,
soaking into the floor.
when i speak of you now, "an old lover, a friend"
those pieces of december have long slipped from my hands.

your eyes were so god ****** beautiful
and i was a beast and a *****.
you were my eve, but i took the apple and gave it to the snake.
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   ---, Miss Cornelia, unknown and Erenn
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