I've never claimed to be a writer, you know. I have written a great and many things...all of them true and pulled from memories and feelings out my own life and experience.
The distinct difference is...I've lived and felt emotion. I know the great empathy of human kind and love of the working class. I've had plenty of "love"-rs. But have rarely been in love. While you just know a badly dubbed version of an IDEA of what love is.
"Well, you want to take it all back, you think you might have fucked up...and the moment will come when you finally realize the results of the choices and decisions in your life and you'll hear it all come back to you."
Resounding thud. Let the disgust rise and fuel you forward, I'll swear off all of these mistakes or perhaps just this one mistake and my resolution is to never make them again. Forget your face and make quick footsteps. Forget me, because I can promise to forget you. You said you loved me, well...HA HA HA. Words are words, babe. I can say at the end of this story, I didn't just say some words. I lived them. Good luck.
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