You're so God damn beautiful, I cry, before I begin to write.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
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4 comments:
promise?
Oh this hit home. I sit for hours infront of my computer staring, wishing, wanting to write something but not just anything to express the way I feel and I can never get close to it unless I have cried a river of tears first.
I wish you mean what you say.
You're right. Those last two words on my last two letters really meant goodbye.
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