Saturday, November 10, 2012

November.

She says I think of you everytime I want it all to be over and it keeps me alive. It was her I called the day you died , all the boxes packed in our apartment and spring on the threshold. How quickly life can alter your perceptions, your persuasion and I swore I would never create such a devastated mess as you left behind.

and I will not.
I will not.
I promise.

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