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Bpalmacci
- Boston
- Last Record: 2012-08-15 22:09:48 -0400
- Joined: Aug 10, 2012
- http://andmilestoogobe...
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Sometimes I want to write you a letter. One that tells you how hurt I was. How much your betryal stung. How much i wished you had been there for me when my dad died. How I can't believe it was her. I want to tell you're I'm no longer mad at you. Lie and claim that I'm fine. That it doesn't matter anymore. That I'm happy. I want the lies to make you feel something. Regret maybe. I don't know what I want you to feel. Anything is better than apathy. I just want us to be able to talk. Sit down, you'll watch me drink coffee the way you used to and talk. Sometimes I want to write you a letter But I don't. |
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She watched his white Chevy pickup race out of the parking lot and out of her life for who knows how long, noticing the acute sadness that came with his departure. |
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One year. In the scale of your life you think one year is insignificant, but one year can change everything in your life. In a year people are born, people die. People fall in love and peo... |
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I find it funny that when you think you have all the time in the world you forget to take pictures. You forget to capture the moments you wish you had. And then when you go looking fo... |
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Every time she returns to her home town, she drives by his house Just to see the cherry red Mustang in the drive and know that he's still alive |
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She watched his white Chevy pickup race out of the parking lot and out of her life for who knows how long, noticing the acute sadness that came with his departure. Why did it matter ... |
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The air was thick with fog, everything around her was silent. It shouldn’t be though, it was only 10:30 in downtown Boston, this part of the city should be alive with noise and color, but ... |
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