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258 days, July I don't know what to say about July, love. I was so awful to you. There are things I don't remember about July. I remember things I told you. But I don't remember experiencing July. I turned cold and numb and mean. I kind of became that old man down the street that won't let the kids Ride their tricycles down the sidewalk in front of his porch, keeps a gun inside the door. I turned into such a **** And you were traumatized too. I don't know Why I pretended that what happened in June didn't affect you As much as it did me. I guess it was because your parents ****** me I'm so ******* sorry. I wish I could take back every syllable I said. Every sound. Every word. I hope you understand some day. Take all the time you want. Take years. Decades... Chances are, I'll still think you're beautiful when you're 70 and frail. I promise, if you'd let me, I'll come back and date you like we're young again. I love you that much. That's a promise I'll keep. I'll never make such broken promises That I made to you throughout our relationship Ever, the **** again. July
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Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 2:57 AM UTC
258 days, July
258 days, July I don't know what to say about July, love. I was so awful to you. There are things I don't remember about July. I remember things I told you. But I don't remember experiencing July. I turned cold and numb and mean. I kind of became that old man down the street that won't let the kids Ride their tricycles down the sidewalk in front of his porch, keeps a gun inside the door. I turned into such a **** And you were traumatized too. I don't know Why I pretended that what happened in June didn't affect you As much as it did me. I guess it was because your parents ****** me I'm so ******* sorry. I wish I could take back every syllable I said. Every sound. Every word. I hope you understand some day. Take all the time you want. Take years. Decades... Chances are, I'll still think you're beautiful when you're 70 and frail. I promise, if you'd let me, I'll come back and date you like we're young again. I love you that much. That's a promise I'll keep. I'll never make such broken promises That I made to you throughout our relationship Ever, the **** again. July
sam-conrad
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Dec 20, 2013
Dec 20, 2013 at 2:57 AM UTC
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