i dressed up on purpose. i knew i was going to see you. i know you miss me. i know you still love me. i wanted you to ache as much as i did. hurt as much as i did.
i wanted you to die. as. much. as. i. did.
"and then she whispered 'how could you do this to me?' "
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
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