Monday, April 12, 2010

Dear Trouble,

I guess you really are, trouble. But, I guess I really am, stupid. Now that you have your future, and I'm out of your way, there's no way you have time to listen to such a fucking gay song. But when you do get the chance, remember the scent I left for you, and the page I wrote to you, and know it isn't bullshit...like you said.

This is frightening, you know? Fighting a sin all on my own. But, I'm a sinner.

Nothing but a fucking sinner.

Sincerely,

4:10.

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