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Dear love,
I'm sorry I never sent that last apology to you. I thought it over and realized ytou weren't worth the effort, the thirty-seven cents, an 8th of a mile to the mailbox. Yes, I know the exact length. It is the amount of time it took me to get that thoughtless break-up you managed to write in what appeared to be a minutes time. AMong the rushed cursive I realized it said "I don't love you anymore." Why didn't you just send my heart with it?
Love is give and take, take and give.
Love is a give and take; love is a gimic.
They don't have packages big enough.
My hands are shaking. I can't take these thoughts of you, I can't take it. You're dead and I can't take it.
Suicide letters come in packages with no return address.
Dear wishing well,
I've caught on.
A dime will get you excactly ten wishes.
A quarter will leave you breathless.
I'm sorry I never sent that last apology to you. I thought it over and realized ytou weren't worth the effort, the thirty-seven cents, an 8th of a mile to the mailbox. Yes, I know the exact length. It is the amount of time it took me to get that thoughtless break-up you managed to write in what appeared to be a minutes time. AMong the rushed cursive I realized it said "I don't love you anymore." Why didn't you just send my heart with it?
Love is give and take, take and give.
Love is a give and take; love is a gimic.
They don't have packages big enough.
My hands are shaking. I can't take these thoughts of you, I can't take it. You're dead and I can't take it.
Suicide letters come in packages with no return address.
Dear wishing well,
I've caught on.
A dime will get you excactly ten wishes.
A quarter will leave you breathless.