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I think I've accepted the fact that he's gone,
but the truth of the matter is,
you're going to have to live with the fact that you killed him
for the rest of your life.
that will haunt your nightmares
and make you sick all the time...
but it was your fault.
and his too, but he didn't have the chance to feel
the way you do now.
i dont really have anything else to say. happy thanksgiving.
marry early christmas.
hopefully by new years i'll have a goal that doesn't completely suck ass.
because no matter what i wish on, a clover, a shooting star, an eyelash,
11:11, railroad tracks, it will never make you mine.
and i guess that kind of sucks, but i think
what sucks more, is the fact that i'm sitting,
and waiting for you, like you're really coming...
i wish that for once, my instinct is right
and i'm not dreaming when i say that you love me
just as much as i love you.
ok i need to go. chicago is waiting.