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my throat still burns when 11:30 comes around it gets late and i think about the way you used to hold me the way you saved pet names for goodnight the way it was always sweetheart (it didn't occur to me until now that you probably called her that as well) the way your pain meds would knock you out for hours and i'd watch you sleep and snuggle up with your dog and i'd wish i could help the day you went into surgery my throat stayed closed like this but that all worked out fine, didn't it? i was a bigger problem than a broken shoulder
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
joyeux anniversaire
my throat still burns when 11:30 comes around it gets late and i think about the way you used to hold me the way you saved pet names for goodnight the way it was always sweetheart (it didn't occur to me until now that you probably called her that as well) the way your pain meds would knock you out for hours and i'd watch you sleep and snuggle up with your dog and i'd wish i could help the day you went into surgery my throat stayed closed like this but that all worked out fine, didn't it? i was a bigger problem than a broken shoulder
It's been almost a year and I haven't forgotten.
shilo-wallace
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Feb 5, 2016
Feb 5, 2016 at 9:23 PM UTC
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