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I want you to know how angry I am with you. I want you to know how much I still love you. I want you to tell me how much you still need me. I know you still do. So, why did you leave me? I've been waiting for somebody to walk into my life, a friend as good as you. I haven't found one, ever. Why was I so mean to you? Why did I make you leave? I want you to knock on my door again, with a pack of cigarettes hidden in your pocket, a lighter poking up from the top of your fist with a mischevious grin on your stupid face. I want you to ask me to walk with you once again. We will dangle cigarettes from our lips and say nothing, we will sit in silence. Our breath looking like smoke, smoke imitating our breath.
Did you get the letters I sent you? The one's telling you how I feel, different words everytime. No. You didn't, I didn't send them. Well, if you get this, just know I am sorry. Know I am angry, I will not get over this. My anger. My love, either.
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Posted by withsealedlips on 2007-12-30 05:15:11 | Rating: | Views: 110
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