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i put a box on your porch. please dont burn it. i sat outside and you said my face was beautiful once, that was the first time i heard that. i think of the hole in your bed, the one you used to make me sink into and it makes me sad...i miss its brokenness. i wear the shirt you bought me from time to time and as much as that night killed me it will never wear the same as when it was new and when the rain and tears made it stick to me...the same as how i can never set foot in that parking lot without thinking of piss and cigarettes and slander. but in the same sense, the letter you wrote to make up for it...no one will ever write anything as beautiful. i feel you, as much as you push the distance. its a curse and a blessing, muddled by drinks and cigarettes..im clean but i hide all the shadows of us. im very hurt by your birthday.