Jun 27, 2010

I was off to drink you away

Dear %(&$@#,

It's been 4 days, 96 hours, 5,760 minutes. I haven't stepped out of my house, eaten, slept. I don't answer the phone, the door, the birds. Blood and dirt line the couch, the floor, the walls. All that's left are my pictures, your letters, our memories.

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