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The things that we had we lost the times you yelled at me and was only to take stress of the time you blushed when i first kissed you and up smiled turned red and looked down all the things that cant be forgoten and not ment to be. The first time i killed some one someone who could of went to jail and had no blood shead but it was ment to be jest like the times we had i have a mark od shame for not makeing you happy most likly not even proud for what i did i dont know where my heart is but i know where it belongs my mind is confused with all the things that happen Friday morrning and wont leave I know the pain inside you more beter than any one when ur sad hurt alone annoyed about to cry or lost and missplaced I remember all the things you told me not to let happen and the poems you try and make and the one you did make I member how it feels the way you treat me something we make mistakes but we are all human no one is perfect in something like me I am lucky thats it but i know i was lucky to get you but it looks like it shorted out but i wont give up something arnt ment to give up unless you try to the point that its worth giving up
Steven
Steven