killers kill.
dead men die.
be who you are.
Sunday
Saturday
As a child I never cried--Not once. Make of that what you will.
You were out with your friends. I was home without mine. I sent you a text but you didn't have the time. So I called my ex to wish her a happy birthday--two weeks belated.
Sent from my iPhone
Friday
I Can Stand In Front of the Mirror and See Nothing At All...This is How I Feel Up All Night Waiting For Your Call
She said,
Get home safe.It sounded almost insincere. It gave me hope; hope that we wouldn't last. My love life is a formulaic horror movie and I habitually shield my eyes from every avoidable new development.
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