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See you sittin next to the window in the bedroom. She breaks down (breaks down), cryin over something and starin into nothing. Afraid now (hey now), wanting, needing, haunting. It's killing me thinking what has happened.
On Monday, Feb. 28, 2005 at 6:54 p.m.

It was unfair. I was holding all the cards. I was supposed to have control of the situation. It was supposed to go "we need to talk."

and I have no right to complain just cause he initiated a talk and he suggested we end it right now. cause I didn't expect a fight and I know I didn't deserve one.

but I wanted to be able to say "i'm sorry but" and to hope he was going o be okay.

I guess I just wanted some sign that he wasn't completely willing to give me up. But it's better this way. No guilt, no remorse. I know I made the right decision.



hold me close like we both died
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