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...written on 2007-10-08, @ 9:18 p.m.
Hey you.
Sometimes I think you were a mirror of my insides. All of those bad things inside me were you which doesn't make sense. I don't like them but I loved you in this twisted little way. I loved you like a kid with a broken toy. You were too cherished to throw away but to broken to play with. I couldn't let you go though. So you sat in my pocket for years until I got too big for toys and exhausted all my ways of fixing you. I hope your fixed now. I hope some little girl with big brown eyes loves you like I never could.
Just for you, I hope she never ever ever grows up.