"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Monday, November 9, 2009


So I found an old birthday card you sent me
and I realized it was all a big lie.
I saw all the pictures we took
and wondered why you even bothered to try.
I understand that you now hate me
so much as to avoid me.
So thanks for the memories, inside jokes and sleepovers.
I hope what you did to me never happens to you.

Well...that's kinda a lie. I REALLY hope it happens to you.

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