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An Open Letter to Nick Boyd.
Dear Nick Boyd,
I love you Mr. Boyd.
You bring out everything that is indestructible in me.
I shamelessly adore you and I would do anything - short of making out with you - to prove my undying affection for everything that you are.
Let's always be in love and I will always take care of you.
We'll tango until we're dust.
I will never cry at your grave and you will never cry at mine, because we will die at the exact same moment.
In answer to your ever so eloquently quoted question, I respond:
"He doesn't make me cry."
Fuck off.
K.
Diagnosis:
You can drive by here all you want. Because I don't live here anymore!
Dear Nick Boyd,
I love you Mr. Boyd.
You bring out everything that is indestructible in me.
I shamelessly adore you and I would do anything - short of making out with you - to prove my undying affection for everything that you are.
Let's always be in love and I will always take care of you.
We'll tango until we're dust.
I will never cry at your grave and you will never cry at mine, because we will die at the exact same moment.
In answer to your ever so eloquently quoted question, I respond:
"He doesn't make me cry."
Fuck off.
K.
Diagnosis:
You can drive by here all you want. Because I don't live here anymore!