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Mar 14, 2004 06:15

here's my confession.....

every night when i come home late, i secretly wish that when i get to my house, you'll be sitting on the bench; waiting for me. in the leather jacket that i bought for you and your stupid punisher hat, smoking a clove cigarette and being pissed off because you're impatient and you hate the cold. and when i get out of the car, i act appauled that you're there and tell you to go home, but i hear you out anyway. and i start yelling at you and crying, but you grab me and kiss me and i just stop moving at all. and i'm so relieved you're there and i don't want you to leave again because my heart couldn't take you going away.

but i know it won't happen. every night i come home to a dark house with no one waiting for me. my parents are asleep and i come in and go to my room, alone.

i'm not angry anymore.......please come home.
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