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Hello.
I seriously wonder why you fucking kissed me!
Why you gave me those bracelets.
Why you did that fucking....Labyrinth thing.
I will shoot your sorry ass and drag you to my house.
Then I will rape your corpse, and keep you for ten years like Carl Von Cossel.
Think I'm joking?
No, cause you were fucking perfect.
You make me want to cry.
CRY asshole.
In fact, I did cry. I cried for hours. I cried for days.
I'm not used to someone so beautiful liking me.
Wanting me.
Why didn't I just say "fuck these people who are just going to call me a whore anyway"?
Why didn't I just fucking flip them off and leave with you? Right at that moment?
Cause I'm stupid.
The psychic said it was good.
I think not. Cause you probably sucked in bed anyway, and then I would have hated you.
Okay...you are probably a God in bed..
Goddam you.
Please, just fucking talk to me.
Out of the blue.
I feel tears, because I still want you.
I still want you, the pathetic piece of crap that I am.
You are the real piece of crap. Or so I SHOULD think.
But I still think you are the sun, and I am Icarus, and I have fallen because my wings were wax and you were shining too radiantly for me.
I know where you are, I know how to speak to you, but I cannot bring myself to feel your rejection again and again.
Was it true, what she said, that you thought you were dreaming? Do you still?
I know I threw myself at you like a rag doll...but, I loved what I saw in you.
What promises your dark eyes held for me.
I will never know what could have been, nor will you, the difference is that you can live with that.
I am having trouble with living with it. Living at all.
I sit here, still hoping for some word from you.
I know in my heart it will never come.

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Hello.
I seriously wonder why you fucking kissed me!
Why you gave me those bracelets.
Why you did that fucking....Labyrinth thing.
I will shoot your sorry ass and drag you to my house.
Then I will rape your corpse, and keep you for ten years like Carl Von Cossel.
Think I'm joking?
No, cause you were fucking perfect.
You make me want to cry.
CRY asshole.
In fact, I did cry. I cried for hours. I cried for days.
I'm not used to someone so beautiful liking me.
Wanting me.
Why didn't I just say "fuck these people who are just going to call me a whore anyway"?
Why didn't I just fucking flip them off and leave with you? Right at that moment?
Cause I'm stupid.
The psychic said it was good.
I think not. Cause you probably sucked in bed anyway, and then I would have hated you.
Okay...you are probably a God in bed..
Goddam you.
Please, just fucking talk to me.
Out of the blue.
I feel tears, because I still want you.
I still want you, the pathetic piece of crap that I am.
You are the real piece of crap. Or so I SHOULD think.
But I still think you are the sun, and I am Icarus, and I have fallen because my wings were wax and you were shining too radiantly for me.
I know where you are, I know how to speak to you, but I cannot bring myself to feel your rejection again and again.
Was it true, what she said, that you thought you were dreaming? Do you still?
I know I threw myself at you like a rag doll...but, I loved what I saw in you.
What promises your dark eyes held for me.
I will never know what could have been, nor will you, the difference is that you can live with that.
I am having trouble with living with it. Living at all.
I sit here, still hoping for some word from you.
I know in my heart it will never come.