Talk to me God.
I need to learn a new trick. I need to turn the lights off before I leave. Clean up before they come. Clean up before they're done.
I wish I could turn back time and stab you where you stabbed me.
She was a lovely girl who turned my dreams into nightmares and my waking hours to sorrow, but--still--I miss her.
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