August 2011
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Best of You
I miss you a lot.
I’m still in disbelief sometimes that I can never call or text or see you again. That you’re really gone.
Your memorial was beautiful. So much orange and colors in general all around, I know you wouldn’t have liked everyone to be too gloomy. I was the first to stand up and speak, did you know? I didn’t really have a prepared story or words to...
April 2011
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Sometimes...
I wonder if you’d take pride in knowing how much you affected me. Or if you ever even felt a fraction of that feeling after me. Oh well. Fuck you, asshole.
March 2011
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This is...
To you
To him
To her
To my love
To my enemy
To them
To this
To that
With love
With hate
With spite
With pain
With self
With insecurity
With sympathy
With everything
For now
For later
From before
From after
From whenever
And whevever
These little secrets, words, pictures and more
Things I’ve wanted to say
To shout
To cry
To thank you
To curse you
To appreciate
Or...