| i know it's not about me, but i can't tell you how many times i wished it was.
i miss what we were before this whole mess, what seems like more than 3 years ago.
i should have been the bigger person to step up and admit my mistake, but i just let slip from my grasp. |
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| you fell and shattered into a million pieces
then i picked you up and tried to put you back together again
and you proceeded to stab me in the fucking back you stupid whore.
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| do you even remember when you sent me this?
"Well here I go....
I miss telling you just about everything.
I miss how you made me feel that even when Michael left my whole world wouldnt crumble.
I miss my sunglasses too 
oh and sexy mcsexsex ;-D
I miss letting you lie to the costomors for me.
I miss how whenever I had a bad day you would put up my favorite ice cream.
I miss you making me all your little made up things...they were pretty good most the time.
I miss laughing til I thought I was going to pee my pants and crushing my knee when we tried to play tricks on people.
I miss how you were the only one who ever truly cared when I talked about that place.
miss being able to tell you important things, and you were really great when I thought I was pregnant, honestly, you were the only one there for me, and it was one of the scariest things I had ever been through.
I miss writing and reading all those notes we left on our time sheets.
I dont miss the dairy bar
and I dont really miss summer...
but I do miss you."
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| it's been three years today since my grandpa died and i have been so wrapped up in my own little world that i completely forgot until i overheard my mom telling someone on the phone.
i got an exemplary on my grad project, pop. that was for you.
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